The End…?

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. 
A hard beginning to anything tends to make a great ending.

    Well, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. 
Life is like a movie, write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending. 
Nearly about a year back I started writing,

All my feelings and thoughts I started compiling,

Writing is fun, writing is powerful I still believe,

On many occasions writing has given me relief,

I wrote about life, love, sadness, society, and death,

    But at one point I never thought I could ever write,

Then my consciences had a big fight,

“Just do it, I think you can”, said one,

But the other said I would be mocked around for fun,

After thinking, I wrote my first poem “Are we one?”

Then I started writings, wrote more than 20 poems in a year,

Shared it among my peers,

Most of them were appreciated which made me really happy,

During this period I was often asked why I write sad poems,

Now I want to answer that question,

Sadness is something I fear the most, this is something that can be easily be forced upon anyone,

Death is another thing I usually write about,

  Because it scares the hell out of me and really freaks me out,

I am very grateful to all who read my amateur poems,

I thank all for the amazing suggestions,

I am thankful to all of thee,

I think I have reached the end of my rope,

Now it is time for me to tie a knot and keep up my hope,

I think I won’t write more,  

As all my words have reached the shore,

Now I have reached the path where I can apprehend,

I think, for me, this is the end, this is the end!