i was not the one to cry on weakness
i was not the one, rude on known faces
i was not the one who was harsh and abrupt
i was not the one to leave the place i loved
it was you, the situation
i was the one who struggled to survive
who kept on finding what was right
things are still puzzled, to my surprise
but dear difficulty,
i am not your summer bride
you still wonder how i continue to thrive
well, you won the game with a wrong drive!
A poem by Richa Shrivastava
Richa fought and won her duel with Schizophrenia. Dear Richa, you are an inspiration to many. Thrive, girl!
