~*~
Cry not,
my precious little one,
these pains in life
shall pass.
You are made
of will and might,
and not of splintered
glass.

Prevailing winds
have blown you,
from your
cozy shelf,
but soon you'll be
back soaring,
and be your sunny
self.

The knocks in life
can be so hard,
and knock the wind
from you,
but faith
and determination,
will surely see you
through.

So, get back up,
shake off the dust,
now go and seize
the day.
Never doubt
your inner strength,
to handle come
what may.
~*~