Holding on to Hope
The changes I see
were only meant to be.
God has a plan,
always told, but not a big fan.
Young naïve, no understanding
of what I should do.
Reassured was I,
that everything was fine.
They gave up life for bills, work--no time,
they sacrificed so much for mine.
Over the year I grew,
I didn't know I would, but God knew
Life is hard,
but I've made it through so far.
Thanks to God for comfort and trust,
I now know to get to the good, struggling is a must.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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