Parentless

Life was once a simple stroll,

With footsteps light and sure,

But now it seems I'm walking on hands,

And the path is not secure.

The world around me has been flipped,

And all that was once familiar,

Is now a jumbled mess,

As if my life's in disrepair.

I try to keep my head held high,

And put one hand before the other,

But it's hard to find my footing,

As I navigate this new cover.

Sometimes it feels like I'm tumbling down,

And my grip is slipping fast,

And I'm just barely hanging on,

As if life's a trial to last.

But still, I try to move ahead,

With determination deep inside,

Hoping that each step I take,

Will bring me closer to the light.

I know that change can be a gift,

A chance to grow and learn,

But it's hard to find the silver lining,

When the world around me's turned.

So, I'll keep on walking, hand by hand,

With a faith that never fades,

Hoping that my journey,

Will lead me to a better place.

For though it's tough to see the way,

And the path is dark and steep,

I know that I'll keep moving on,

And the climb will not defeat.