Oh the stresses I have,
Though still God blesses.
I fall down beneath the weight
Yet narrow is the path for us to go through
He holds me up
When I am weak
Grateful for his abundance of things
Even though I don’t deserve it.
It’s yours too if you chose.
Real by MwsR
Just like a song
You’re playing your life
All wrong.
Never happy
Never satisfied
No, I’m not being sappy!
In an instant
Your life here was no more
That day you were persistent.
You chose to run
I tried to stop you
But it had only just begun.
A hole inside me
Where once you were
Your choice, you see.
Moving on
Staying still
A different pawn
Choices we make
Can bend us or be all too much
Try being real now…not fake.
Standing in decisions
Means getting dirty sometimes
Stitching up a life means first cleaning the incisions.
Sometimes it’s in following dreams
You forget to fix the holes
Never fully fixing it, it seems.
Let the rest of it
Be real, not a mimic
So you’ll have a life you fit.
Circumstance by MwsR
Out from them, a new life can begin
A touch, a word, or a dream that ends
Something that impacted
Someone who interacted
Taking a move
Changing things to improve
Exploring what will be
Attached like a limb to a tree
Different than before
So much is there to explore
A short or a long journey
Strapped in like on a gurney
At the hands of everything
Yet not a single thing
Into something new
It will happen to you.
Circumstance
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