This too, shall pass! A raging fear or a flicker of faith, A desperation to hold on to, Or an overwhelming urge to let go; The need to cling on to the memories, Or for once, to just forget and move on; It's time slipping past your fingers As the darkness closes in, Or hope of a new dawn; The tides ebb and flow, And yet, they wait for none. There's always a win, There's always a loss, Still, the game goes on. Despite the highs and lows, And everything in between, We hold on, we let go, This too, shall pass! -Pavithra Seshadri