FIREPLACE POETRY

At nineteen, I held a tiny hand
While whispers filled the room—
They spoke of roads I’d never walk
And futures sealed in gloom.

They said my dreams were slipping fast,
That life had veered off track,
As if the love I carried close
Was something I should lack.

But no one saw the quiet truth
That time would come to show—
Some seeds are planted in the dark
Before the strongest grow.

My “failure” had a heartbeat then,
Two bright and curious eyes.
A little laugh, a growing soul,
A reason to arise.

Now eleven years have passed us by,
And looking back I see—
The world called her my biggest mistake,
But she was my making of me.

Because some storms don’t end your path,
They teach your feet to climb.
And what they called a setback once

Was just my setup—
Right on time.

So if the world calls you a loss,
Or says your chance is through—
Remember this: the greatest turns
Are born where doubt once grew.

Sometimes the road that looked all wrong
Is exactly where success walks through.

Written By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)