It is with this alone that you will find the truest wealth
Child, you are worthy far beyond what you believe
Despite your past and tragic losses for which you grieve
The burdens you have come to shoulder, were not yours to own
Carry them no more my dear as you've nothing to atone
There will be storms in life, of which you must endure
You will be greater for them, of this I will assure
Boldly sail each tempest as a challenge to embrace
You may bend but will not break; you shall transcend with grace
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Not another day... Lost in the ways of no fame
Wanting to create
Seeing the rays
Doubt, worry
Always in the way
I'll start my night
Amidst internal fight
This poem should suffice
My crying.. ...Through the night