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Jul 2013
Frustration, I'm feeling
is welling up inside...
From it where can I run to
where can I hide?
It feels like a storm
is welling up in me...
Like I'm drowning
in a sea of misery...
How long will this storm
rage from within?
How long will I go through this?
When will it end?
My soul desires joy
and peace unspeakable...
But right now it truly seems unreachable...
For now, I'll hold on
to the promise in sight...
Weeping may endure for a night
but joy comes in the morning light.
Written by
Tracey Anderson
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