What if you had been acting about how you truly are? How would you fix it? This poem has nothing to do with how i feel. i love life a lot but this idea just came to me when i was given an assessment in english class .

After the tragic loss of her best friend, Sasha Anderson felt like she could never let go and move on because of the guilt. Will time allow her to see past the pain, to the bright future awaiting her? Or will she never learn to let go?