I read this poem today and it brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes I look at the pictures of the children at the ashrama in India and I wonder, “why are their eyes so bright? How long will those innocent smiles last?” I know those are sad thoughts, but I can’t help it. And it makes me want to do everything I can to keep those eyes sparkling, keep the smiles bright, and give those children hope. This poem spoke to me. It gave me a different perspective. It’s like one of those children is trying to tell me how strong he or she is. They are strong…those kids.
You may see me struggle
but you won’t see me fall.
Regardless if I’m weak or not
I’m going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy
but truly living it is not.
times get hard, people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot.
I’m going to wear the biggest smile
even though I want to cry.
I’m going to fight to live
even though I’m destined to die.
and even though it’s hard
and I may struggle through it all.
you see me struggle…
you will NEVER see me fall.