When the Times are Tough

When the Times are Tough short poem

When the times are tough
And the road is rough
And you can’t believe in yourself
When the blames are more
And the praise is less
And you are perplexed and unsure
When your confidence starts drowning
in the sea of difficulties
When your strength leaves you
And your spirits freeze
You think life is over
But it’s not yet
You strive to smile
But your eyes are wet
Don’t let this feeling linger
And be your best friend
because bad times are, sooner or later
going to end
Let the positivity surround
each thought of your mind
If you look around
happiness is not too hard to find!

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Simple message conveyed in equally simple terms which strike a chord instantly in the heart of the reader..Good job @Archana_Sharma

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

A good advice. Those who still love life must have done so.

Kavita Jain

nice one archana life moves and heart mends new windows open and sunlight peeps in


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