Meant to Be ~ a poem ---------------- The wind still whispers names I’ve lost, Sorrow lingers like morning frost. Regret is like an unwelcome friend, Is this really how it was supposed to end? Empty chairs bring an ache, Fading footprints in their wake, Fog and mist begin to close in, I can’t escape the darkness within. How does one cope with loss? Bury those self-deprecating thoughts? I can’t seem to shake the fear, I’m not the person they revere. Everything seems to be going south, How do I deal with incessant doubt? When all of my options point to dead ends, What do you suggest I do instead? I try and try to no avail, All I ever seem to do is fail. There’s no one here to stop the fall, What stops me from ending it all? Hope feels hidden, tucked out of sight, Yet somewhere glows a feeble light. A quiet voice begins to say, “You’ve come this far, please stay today.” That voice is what many know, A wisp of hope in a shattered soul. A ray of light shining through the cracks, A hand outstretched, do not look back. So breathe once more, do not be vexed, Each step you take leads to the next. You are the storm, the flame, the sea, Still rising, still here, still meant to be. ---------------- <Feedback Friendly> Do we like? I don't know how I feel about this one ^^ Can someone tell how I could make it interactive because I'm trying to not put everything in the desc..
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