Cliché Love Letter

We are all stories, made up of chapters

I am forever shedding light on the negative things,
making the best of all that should knock me down
& only ever allowing it to raise my spirits higher.

For, if my enemies were to flatten my happiness
or if a sense of loathe was to win over the love
that I hold so visibly throughout all I do,
every path that I have built for myself
would crumble right in front of my eyes.

Each obstacle in life is merely a hurdle to leap over.
Each spanner in the works is another new moving part.
Each wrong turn requires you to head in the other direction.

We are all stories, made up of chapters.
Some of them are just harder to read.