"Carry on"

Poem#06 “Carry on”

It blossomed cherries, it felt like snow

I killed my demons, I learned to grow

Time of anguish arrived, began shenanigans of woe

I wept like Algos and time went slow

When nights got darker I yearned to cry

When cries went futile, a coup de grâce bow

But then a glimmer of light

Shone through the darkest night

The cherry trees bloomed once more

As I picked myself up from the floor

With a newfound strength I faced my fears

Even though demons may still linger near

For I've learned to stand tall and strong

And with each day, I'll carry on.