Staring into space

Troubled, confused,

BROKEN.

There is no future left

Shattered into millions of pieces

Like Prince Rupert's Drop.

This is what was believed by many

Yet, tis not true

For all is truly well.

Time passes and problems fade

An afterimage

That is no longer visible.

Problems are universal

But only temporary

And always with a solution.

Keep your head high

For you are the only one

Who is in control.