This is the first poem I wrote since I moved back to Venezuela from USA 2 years ago; I wrote it about 3 months ago in school and I thought it would be a good first post.


What happens when you lose your dreams
or you see them so far they´re a blur?
What happens when you lose all hope
or you simply stop believing in the world?
What do you do?

What would happen if your reason to live was gone
and you felt trapped and all alone?
What would happen if you realized your world is cold
and people just make everything worse?
What would you do?

Life isn´t picture perfect,
and it´s not very constant.
It´s full of disappointments and changes,
that forge our character and make us grow.
Can you value it?