The final chapter can arrive at any day,
Telling its last tale as the end draws near.

We are always concerned about survival,
Anticipating the next storyline with fear.

Let put our worries far aside,
And try to live for the week.

Existing to enjoy that upcoming plot,
Appreciating the interesting script as it unfolds.

There can be an intriguing plan ahead,
But first, we must open that amazing book.

Traveling with caution to avoid bumps,
Approaching a journey filled with mystery.

Entering the unknown as destiny waits,
With the plot ready to tell its tale.

The riddle will unfold while moving ahead,
But fear rises by the threat of potholes.

All unexplored paths will possess danger,
No matter how safe we can navigate.

Continue on the trail with optimism,
Even though there’s the possibility of harm.

It’s like a meal,
As we try to heal,
Craving that need to feel.

Trying to win the war,
Opening up that door,
As the world keeps score.

We want to get ahead,
Not wind up dead,
When hanging on by a thread.

Winning that scary fight,
In order to see the light,
Ending the awful night.

The barrier can’t be smashed,
But we still try to break the wall.

Attempting to shatter the roadblock,
So we can stop running through the maze.

Avoiding obstacles is the plan,
But destiny’s tale has its own plot.

Fighting the inevitable is impossible,
As the destination is already assigned.

We possess coping skills to handle stress,
Facing hardships ahead as the storyline unfolds.

Doubting my true potential to shine,
Lacking the confidence to survive.

A soft blow will knock me over,
Collapsing as I am unstable.

Hiding to avoid showing weakness,
Scared to expose any signs of fear.

Attempting to display strength,
But fragility is easily noticeable.

Fighting to earn back optimism,
Trying to see bright colors.

Defeating the darkness requires courage,
A force that’s within myself and others.

Admitting that help is needed,
A trait that is hard to possess when frail.

Once I can reach out for assistance,
Recovery from vulnerability is possible.

The stigma from ordinary raises the bar,
Intensifying the level that’s regarded as success.

Society envisions a perfect portrait,
A picture with ideal coloring.

Black and white dye can possess boldness,
Yet life could judge the lack of bright colors.

The drawing still has the same meaning,
Even in the absence of glowing beauty.

When common is frowned upon,
Normal develops a bad reputation.

Artwork presenting stronger purpose is best,
Despite the masterpiece missing coloration.

If average offers powerful reason,
Design that great image with routine paint.