"Good things take time. ",
She consoled her disheartened self.
Having passed the most painful year,
She felt no revelation.
All that was left behind
was a bunch of wishes,
even the thought of which
gave the adrenaline rush
she hadn't felt in reality,
for a long time.


"Will I ever get to do that? "
she asked her long time companion,
her inner voice.
There was nothing but a deafening silence.
Something inside her, however,
didn't let her drown,
in those scary, yet unspoken words.
Tired after lugging all the misfortunes,
She did not tumble.

She tied her loose hair in a bun,
gathering her broken spirit.
She had to move ahead,
not of others, but herself.
Leaving behing the past year,
she dusted herself.
A gleam of sunshine fell on her
whispering that the coming days
are going to be pleasant.

"Good things take time, but
thank you for being strong
and surviving through the year."
Her friend smiled.





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