People always have a choice,
And this time you chose you.
I couldn’t be more proud of the person you’ve bcome.
This time,
You chose to give yourself a chance,
A chance that the people used as His instruments to be there for you have continously been doing,
Choosing you,
Giving you a chance.
This time,
you heard them,
You heard your own scream,
And this time, you listened to them.
Everywhere you lay your eyes on is black,
no clors even white.
After a long time getting drown in the deepest and darkest part of sea,
You didn’t notice that you were slowly floating because of the cold waves that numbed you,
It was too dark,
And yet look at you,
Reaching out to the daylight.
Thank you for just pausing in those dark times,
Thank you for choosing a semicolon and not a period.
Thank you for resting and did not competelt gave up,
Thank you, I couldn’t be more proud of you.