It was there.
All through your life,
from sorrow to your glee,
through thick and thin.

It was there.
The you that you're looking for,
whenever you want companion,
whenever you feel alone.

It was there.
The you that console you,
admire you despite your flaws,
holding on, never letting go.

It was there.
Lying in the deepest of your soul,
waiting to awake from your blindness,
waiting to boost your confidence.

It was there,
and will always be,
just learn,
to love yourself.

In the midst of losing myself
I seek console from a friend,
despite it seldom happens
I'm assured she's there till end.

Opening the gates of sorrow,
to her, I have surrendered.
I'm tired, I told her.
Swiftly, a wisdom she offered.

Sometimes, it's okay
not to swim against the tide.
Her words hit straight to my heart,
and that I cannot hide.

She was right,
I'm holding too tight on a rope.
With the current against me,
I was tired yet scared to let go.

Sometimes, it's okay to wander
your eyes away from the goal.
Letting go isn't equivalent to giving up
but rather,
a way of realization
to take things slow and not lose all.