Live, love, cry, lose, bleed, scream;
You’ll live.
You err, you repent, you make up, and you heal;
You’ll live.
Throw caution into the wind,
Free fall if you will.
Crash or burn.
You’ll still live.
Bite more than you can chew.
You’ll grieve, break, pray, ask, beg;
Stand up.
Cause you’ll live.
Hold off your pain,
Don’t hide your scars in shame.
Quit crawling
You’ll live.
I recommend all of the above,
If you want to really live.
But,
Smile or weep, happy or sad,
Be forewarned.
There will always be that unwelcome nightmare,
Hovering shadows,
Tormented, you’ll be.
Until you shirk it off, yet again.
It’s that sinking feeling.
That feeling of bewilderment,
Like something is out of place.
Like someone somewhere is hurting and you can’t help it,
Cause by then, you know it’s you.
Heavy laden is the heart,
Down you’ll be, disheartened for sure.
Something isn’t right.
Oh that sinking feeling!
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