When I was 11 years old, I lost my little sister

"Never struggle alone; always reach out and remain hopeful."

When I was 11 years old, I lost my little sister.

In her memory, I wrote a poem of my struggles and my relief to share with the world.

When I got the call, I felt my heart break apart.
I felt myself slipping away and forever drowning in the darkness.
I cried and cried, until I could no more.

Overwhelmed, I fell deeper and deeper;
with no hope of escaping the darkness 
of my own heart and soul.
Until… someone pulled me out,
gave me a hug and reassured me,
that hope is never lost and that light never fades.

I was filled with light again.
My heart was mended with closure.
And now, I have hope that no matter the obstacle,
I will overcome it, for after every hardship,
comes ease.