Nothing works
I try with lacerated hands.
I think with a concussed mind.
Deaf ear turn blind eyes.
Cold shoulders
Nothing works
All efforts a resounding failure
I bleed through blackened eyes
As I cry my soul through my face
Salt and copper
Nothing…
I give up with all that I am.
Succumbing to sorrow, silently.
No one can help me.
My life has lost its worth.
Nothing…
I find comfort in ashes.
Breathing in death, dumbing the
dirge.
My mind, a bowl of mangled
spaghetti.
Tangled in a heap
Nothing…Works
Why do I try?
Perhaps things would sort
themselves out
If I simply said goodbye.
But you are fightinging and striving and making more progress than you ever have. The fight is the battle that takes iron and fire and forges steel sharp like a sword. To die would be to throw away all that is being fortified in your character to make you stronger and more equipped for the road that lays before you that the common and mortal eye cannot see. The children that you will love and raise the lives you will touch with your music. The souls you will save when you declare God's grace. You are being trained and molded and formed to be a mighty warrior! ~ mom
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