What do you think of this piece I wrote?

There were times when the struggle was endless.

When the light at the end of the tunnel was exceptionally dim.

But I held through.

And when I fell, I picked myself up.

Again and again.

And when things that were once strong fell apart and broke,

I picked up the pieces.

I kept them.

Because I didn’t care that they weren’t together anymore,

I just wanted them with me.

And that’s all that mattered.

And I held through.

Because I knew that the light at the end of the tunnel will glow brighter.

And I wanted to see it shine.

And I wanted the broken pieces with me-

To see that light too.

Even though they were weaker.

There was something within me that grew stronger.

Urging me to continue.

To not give up.

Because there was hope.

And the light at the end of the tunnel shined brighter.

And I held my broken pieces tighter.

Even though they were weaker.

And I grew stronger.

And the light shined brighter-

As I grew stronger.

Any feedback is appreciated, thanks.