My eyes reveal a weary tale,
Of struggles fought and strength grown frail,
Illnesses that wore me thin,
Yet, I bore them with a quiet grin.
For all of this, though strange it seems,
Was meant to be, like distant dreams.
Through every storm, I tried to stand,
A weary heart, but steady hand.
I crave the peace that sleep can bring,
But my restless mind takes wing.
Yet today, the clouds withdrew,
And joy, in me, bloomed anew.
I feel a freshness in my face,
A lightness time cannot erase,
All because my parents’ love,
Lifted me like stars above.
So I breathe deep and smile wide,
Grateful for this brighter side.
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