Always

 It wasn't easy.

The fall was deep.

 The wounds were big. 

The hope was low.

 Tears were stubborn to ooze out.

 The rush of being matured was hitting hard. 

Each door I knocked in mere fear, and 

anger pushed me into a more darker world .

 I was  the little sunshine emerging from that 

same crack that I fell through oncr and 

hesitating since long to look back . 

.

."Alas! How come I missed that!",

.

.

Suddenly things felt less complicated, And

 the little left courage seemed to bloom again. 

Remember, there is always a hope,

 there is always a way.

 Always.

By

Ann Rosemy