Yes, I was strong WHEN....

When things do not work our way,
When all we ever wanted, turns away.
When you feel your life is on the edge,
Yes, I was strong enough to live through these.

When dark clouds swarmed in the vast sky,
When thunders roar and lightening strikes,
When the blue sky turns all grey,
Yes, I was strong enough to live through these.

When appetites go, and thirsty no more,
When coffee tastes like cough-syrups,
When even your favourite dish turns a yucky-factor,
Yes, I was strong enough to live through these.

When people's company was no fun.
When friends' consolation means nothing,
When your stay at home is not enjoyable,
Yes, I was strong enough to live through these.

When all hopes sets with the sun in the evening,
When they doesn't rise again the next day,
When you think, all hopes are in vain,
Yes, I was strong enough to live through these.

I have had a blind faith and high hopes,
Despite all the breakdowns and tough times
Believing sour times; being a blessing in disguise,
But yes, that was what it turned out to be.

I am blessed that my prayers worked,
My wishes and hopes did not go in vain.
Dear ones' support and comfort shined magically,
I am blessed for I am blessed!

And yes, it was worth being strong when all these happened :)

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