In the midst of all

Frail hands holding onto a branch,
Rife with chaotic thoughts,
Each moment passed in struggle.

Succumbent to the river of strifes,
Foolishly hopefull to the day of flight,
Forgotten are the days of light.

In the midst of all,
Her laughter makes;
the branch stronger,
the chaos just so smaller,
every struggle ever so blissful,
every strife filled with hope.







Ps- Inspired from a tv drama...not my pathetic life