Life's Battle

A poem that's meant for all the loving hands that helped me through the years

Life, so tiny,

So fragile.

Barely a whisper,

Yet we hold on so tenaciously.

Struggle through obsticles, through hurtles,

Clinging with a savage determination,

We make it,

Day in, and day out.

Hands here and there to guide,

To comfort,

To wipe away the hurts,

The despair.

Life, so tiny,

So fragile.

Yet here we are,

Conquering what stands in our way,

Giving an ode to life,

To the people who's hands that were always there.