Most things don't end well, or so it seems,
A truth that can't be denied
through life's themes.
Some dreams are shattered,
hopes are dashed,
And promises broken, leaving hearts smashed.
Some relationships crumble,
Like fallen leaves,
Fading away, like a dried leaf
The memories linger,
Flashes of things hoped for,
A reminder of what could've been,
a love in vain.
Most times,
It don't end well,
it's a hard pill to swallow,
A reality that's difficult to accept.
The what-ifs and the maybes,
they haunt the minds,
A constant reminder of what we've left behind.
Where you are supposed to be
But even in endings, there's a glimmer of hope,
A chance to learn, to heal, to cope.
For every door that closes,
another opens wide,
A new beginning unfolds, and a chance to step inside.
You can use to mend and,
Put pieces together,
We can find the strength, in what we've been through,
And rise above, with a heart that's anew.
Most things don't end well, but that's okay,
For in the imperfections, we find a way.
To grow, to learn, to find our own path,
And discover that even in endings, there's a hidden path.
The beauty of imperfection,
it's a work of art,
A testament to the human heart.
That even in the brokenness,
there's a beauty to behold,
A story to be told, a lesson to be learned and unfold.
Dear Sisters,
Do not be dismayed, by endings' might,
For in their darkness, lies a glimmer of light.
A chance to reflect, to grow, to thrive,
And find the beauty, in a new life.
Life is a journey of ups and downs,
We stumble, fall and rise again
Though we may not understand, the twists and turns,
We'll find our way, through the lessons that we learn.
God in you, the hope of glory
*Alokan Temilade Victoria*
*Light Lamp*
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