(n.) The ability to become strong, healthy or successful again after something bad happens.
People also ask: what is the saddest poem ever written?
Born pure from the womb The beginning of life until Darkness looms over in...
A Poem that I had the privilege of participating with @jaykell to produce.
Monostitch a one lined poem with a dash of optimism and a spice of logic.
Sometimes. it doesn't matter what the world thinks of you. You must remain calm, for in calmness lies is a resilience. And, that is true power
I don't want to give much of a description here. I'm curious for how different readers interpret this. I will say, depression is shady.
The broken, the beaten and the damned. The outspoken, the defeated and the bland.
When the others were trying their best to become cooler, We tried our best to become better.
Personal Poetry:
I looked pain in the face and said not today...
No matter what they say, just smileโฆ
This is for anyone who needs it.
This is the essay I wrote for my 8th grade ELA class about resilience and that things I had to face in my past.
Dedicated to my mother, who dies 12 years ago. And to everyone who has lost someone very dear to them. Thank you for reading, and I'm sorry for your suffering.
Source: https://medium.com/@divyasingh2...
I wonโt look backโฆ
I hope you all enjoy this poem, and have a good rest of the day/night
(n.) The ability to become strong, healthy or successful again after something bad happens.
People also ask: what is the saddest poem ever written?
Born pure from the womb The beginning of life until Darkness looms over in...
A Poem that I had the privilege of participating with @jaykell to produce.
Monostitch a one lined poem with a dash of optimism and a spice of logic.
Sometimes. it doesn't matter what the world thinks of you. You must remain calm, for in calmness lies is a resilience. And, that is true power
I don't want to give much of a description here. I'm curious for how different readers interpret this. I will say, depression is shady.
The broken, the beaten and the damned. The outspoken, the defeated and the bland.
When the others were trying their best to become cooler, We tried our best to become better.
Personal Poetry:
I looked pain in the face and said not today...
No matter what they say, just smileโฆ
This is for anyone who needs it.
This is the essay I wrote for my 8th grade ELA class about resilience and that things I had to face in my past.
Dedicated to my mother, who dies 12 years ago. And to everyone who has lost someone very dear to them. Thank you for reading, and I'm sorry for your suffering.
Source: https://medium.com/@divyasingh2...
I wonโt look backโฆ
I hope you all enjoy this poem, and have a good rest of the day/night