Sometimes something good
Can come out of tragedy.
I know it sounds trite,
But hear me out.
When things go bad
You find out who your true friends are,
And the truth is
It doesn’t matter where they live,
When you heard from them last,
Or even if you’ve met them.
Love comes in all forms
And sometimes it shines brightest
When the world is darkest.
So thank you to all my friends,
Near and far,
Digital and IRL,
Who guide my way
While I struggle through the darkness