Poetry

Fractured soul

They said it was all going to be okay,

Yet I find myself hurting over the same things over and over again.

Life isn’t fair“, is the lesson I take way from all this,

As I try once more to keep my head held high.

Do I really want to make it?

Do I really want to be happy?

Maybe this bubble of anxiety is my destiny,

Just maybe this is my cross the bear.

At at a cross road dear Lord,

I can’t no more,

I can’t be strong like You told me to be,

I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel,

I can’t hold on any longer.

This is my cross,

It’s weighing me down,

The pain is more vivid than its ever been before.

I just can’t…

One thought on “Fractured soul

  1. Lay down your cross! My weight was lifted when I finally threw up my hands and said, “I can’t do this anymore! Take me to the hospital!” Totally relinquishing control was the biggest step for me because I had been trying to push through on my own and make myself okay for so long, and it just wasn’t working. I pray that you conquer this and get the help you need so you can feel free.

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