⪻Poem #40⪼
Only when my world is made of clouds,
I start to value and give thanks to sunlight
Only when I'm full of doubts,
I start to love each and every morning delight
Only when I question myself,
I find the lies surrounding me melt
Only when I suffer,
I become more wiser
By going through this process,
Of pain, hardships, and emptiness
Only to find the length of my authentic side,
This part they said we shouldn't hide.
