The world is hard for everyone,
Not just for the weak, but also for the strong one.
It breaks the kind, the brave and the good,
Even those who do, all they should.
Some get hurt big and some in quiet ways,
And some feel pain on the softest days.
Gentle people also cry,
Even the brave ones ask why.
Pain is a teacher; it changes our view,
Silencing our hearts and sharpens us too.
It leaves a crack, a lasting mark,
And turns our bright days to dark.
Those who heal become more wise,
As they see the world with kinder eyes.
They help each other as they understand,
They hold your hurt with a steady hand.
Yes, we break often, but still we grow,
Like rivers, we bend, we move, we flow.
We may be cracked, but we will shine,
With a deep care and a soul that is kind.
So if you are hurting, don't feel small,
You can rise after every fall.
You are here for a reason and you belong,
Even when broken, always stay strong.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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