Examples of being trumped

          Plenty of exits to take in this route but here I stand
with my back straightened, brightly be brave inside of
worry.

           There are the letters that echo into words that
create plenty of roaring laughter. Would you have ever
guessed to joy inside one moment of pure stupidity?

            So easily you learn from the wrong steps. So
many ways you can fall but still Jehovah shows you how
to stand up again. Such he does for this daughter.

               So many times I have been misguided by my
choices but you may ask would I take any one of them
back now, no. So many times I have hoped, still I do
not give up.

               So much can be said to those who really listen,
really feel what I am experiencing. Those who care
beyond recognition, truly, a blessing Jehovah has
given me. However I know I have been extreme on the
tight moments. So much so that these special people
have no clue what to do, what to say to me.

             Clearly the emptiness that is felt inside of
me at tiny slivers of seconds can really trump the
whole day. Interestingly enough I tire of being
trampled on. Still I have no right to release any
pressure from the soul. Still I continue my search.

           So for those who say the love me, treat me
with gentleness for I am most fragile, most weak
when the admittance of my true self. Careful how you
walk with my emotions for, yes, I do, I can cry
in difficulty.

          So if you say you listen, you say you care heed the
words you are needing to say. Enter and clarity will
burst and the layers of unknown will be welcomed. Say
something, anything.

            For now, no negativity. I cannot handle too
much change for the flare of red entertains my soul
and pain increases. Decorated in darkened layers
I will remain for a while. Hoping the memories crush.

           Now I say good night for I am truly exhausted.
Worry and prayer can deplete a person. Here I can only
request, not demand that you want to say words but
I would hope nothing to hurt me.

            Alas it will have to wait another day for my
eyes beg to close every few seconds and tears place
me in a dreamy state. The heart pounds and the dreams
pull at one another.

          Yes the hello would be grand but I don't dare tread
where I am unclear of my steps. So clarify for me because
my mind is on fire of unknown.

        Until tomorrow because a freshness will hold me.
A new day will echo and new possibilities will take hold.

                             A hope.
                                 My prayer.
                                      Opening the dreams.

          All is possible, indeed, yes my dear friend?