Poetry

She sat back and thought about the things she went through,
All the while time has already flown by,
Unsure about the next move she tried her hardest to keep it going,
Crying helps only for that moment she is emotionally on her own,
Her friends help when she’s on the Verge of drowning,
She gets up in the morning thinking of a different move so that she wouldn't get the same results that kept her in this circle,
She works hard at finding a life of responsibility only to gain nothing,
You’re smart with a lot of potential her mother told her,
“Never doubt that you will succeed just be grateful and you'll get there;” was on a birthday card that she received,
Scared of what’s next she’s ready for the war, war of love, war of success, and the war of emotional freedom,
Not that she has any choice but to be. She moving gradually and changing slowly but surely