Yes, I Thrive!

Posted by Deepak Kripal

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 Shrivastav

Richa fought and won her duel with Schizophrenia. Dear Richa, you are an inspiration to many. Thrive, girl!

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