They say let go of the past

But my mind dwells on the whilom memories

They say don’t worry about the future

Yet my mind lingers on the inevitable

They say that I’ll be fine

But my terrors claw at me from the deep

They say that it’s going to be better tomorrow

Albeit I worry if there is ever a tomorrow

Nevertheless, I carry on

Though the frigid winter howls in my ear

Though the sweltering heat

I go on,

For there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

– Laural Jacob, Amity International School, Vasundhra 1


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