Living
Shall it always hurt when facing my burdens?
Even more so when life becomes one of them…
Waking and breathing and moving and feeling
The pains and burdens from simply existing
There is no escape when I try to pretend
Fake smiles, these masks, mean not a thing in the end
And past all the difficulty, and all I must do
So little is there left, my reasons so few
And yet…
Somehow I’m willed to wake again for this fight
Life keeps me; though fogged, my mind still sees its light
Some place within is still its whispering call
To neglect my harsh tears, and risk taking the fall….
