Lady RF
Lady RF
Mar 14

We are being held hostage
by our fears,

We are fighting so hard
not to unleash our tears.

We are sinking
into the ground,
as we walk into the bellies
of many a horrific
and catastrophic storm,

We are trying
to hold our hearts together
because they are in pieces -
they were heartlessly broken to bits
and torn.

We are lost in a maze,
and we are completely out of breath,

We are staring into a big black hole -
our pending final resting place,
upon our lonely death.

We are spinning out of control,
We are scared of falling
into the dark void - that intimidating
black hole.

We are all alone in a world
that is unfamiliar to our minds,
and to our shattered souls,
in every way,

We are in survival-mode
every single mentally overwhelming,
challenging, but blessed, new day.

By Lady R.F ©2017

A bad run
Doesn't mean a bad life!
Everyday is a blessing.
Life can be cruel, but the blessing is in each new sunrise, each moment with our loved ones, and each forward step we take.

The sun will shine in due time,
We have to take the good with the bad.

We are warriors!
We are grateful!
We are blessed!
 
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