Fight, Oh My Soul.

When life seems to pull open crane doors,
and shower down pounds of despair
I will reach with ache, and grab on to hope

When life seems to push me into revolving doors,
and cause stumbling misdirection
I will gaze upon still waters, where there is no rafting

When life seems to pack me into its corner,
and demand its discomfort
I will look up and rise like the sun welcoming the sky

When life seams, seems to break me
I will long for a new thread

I will wait with heavy shoulders
pressing on until my weight is like a feather
With nothing to carry

When life is forever, and tears are no more
I will rejoice in your presence,
this pain was worth it all.

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