Life can be tough.
That’s just how it goes.
Sometimes it’s enough
to drag you through lows.
Sometimes all you know
is pain and its sting.
Sometimes life will throw
just about anything.
It’s all for your good.
But it won’t seem that way.
It’s all understood
as a plan rotten day.
Looking back you will see
the gem hell will give.
But for now it will be
just a crap way to live.
This came to me as I was going to bed. I often get second thoughts about sharing my poetry. I get some acceptance but a ton of rejection. About half the people where I live don’t want to hear it whatever it happens to be. Over time it has a severe eroding effect on my confidence as a poet.