Resilient. I am resilient.

4 years wasted, on what I called love.

Countless happy moments numbered more than the stars.

Shattered so quickly. Yet I was resilient.

Separation and divorce, happens to fifty percent.

Parents are human too, how could I forget?

Motherless now, she wants her own life.

I'm selfish, for wanting to share my happiness and strife?

I felt so cold and alone. Yet again, I was resilient.

I smiled everyday, because others need me.

Friends who give a text or a call, to let me know they're free.

I hated thinking that I was not strong enough.

I hated feeling that I just wasn't tough.

Having support does not make one weak.

Coming back to the fight, after facing defeat.

That is what makes me resilient.