It’s not easy
Have i lost the will...
Am i still even breathing?
Beautiful thoughts. strapped down
Compressed beyond the ability
To maintain the appearance
of keeping it together.
Looking, for any sign
We are not alone
Trying to catch a feeling by which
We might find it easier to rise just one more time
Trying to avoid the countdown
Beyond which we feel like giving up
As if, dying is easier than living
Killing easier than forgiving.
Being erased
Easier than face our reality
But if you can’t find the space…
You don’t have the time for grieving
While …searching for a lighthouse
Seeking a beacon to mark our position,
Fellow travelers in life, resisting being swamped
By forces which assail our existence
Which seem to come with tremendous waves...
Challenging our ability to survive
As we try to cope
to provide hope
To ride the storm
which spontaneously arrives
and the ability to keep on swimming
keeps dwindling...
leaving us on the verge
of leaving our last prayer
a testament to heaven, lost
Within the tides of our lives
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