November 26th, 2016
November 26th, 2016
I sit in my room
Crying
Hoping
Surviving
Welcome to seventeen year old me
Currently crying that you probably did not get into your top choice for college
Currently hoping that your boyfriend will overcome his battle of addiction in this life
Currently surviving
You receive the news that your friend's mother has passed away from ovarian cancer this morning
Nobody even knew she was diagnosed with cancer two years ago
Tears well in your eyes for life has thrown knives and swords at you
And you think how it is possible life could become so psychotic
I am only seventeen what do you expect me to do?
You are alone
But as you sit on your bed
You realize something
You are simply going through the steps to overcome
Frustration
Heartache
Loss
Number One: Crying
Number Two: Hoping
Number Three: Surviving
You cry until you cannot cry anymore
You hope to still keep that flame inside you burning
You survive because yes you may be only seventeen
But you have experienced things beyond your years
Your life is a gift
The wrapping paper may be crumpled and torn at the edges
But the present inside is you
If anything
You are a gift to life