Thursday, October 24, 2019

Compass

I'm reaching for the stars.


I'm reaching for hope in this desolate place.


I'm trying to put a smile on a grim face.


It's hard to see the light sometimes.


Pitch black darkness can make you nearly go blind.


I try to keep my inner torch lit so can navigate through the mist.




I try to keep my head up so I don't  drown in the abyss.


Sometimes it seems like theirs no bottom to the murky depths of sorrow.


Then I still my nerves and remember.... Their always tomorrow.


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HLH1 10/24/2019©






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