Rough spots
Sometimes you get through these rough spots in life just through prayer and faith in all that is unseen. The depth of Jehovah's loving mercy helps bring you back to some form of a real person.
When all pieces of you feels so broken and exhausted, the strength that is given is remarkable.
I know not how I am capable of still standing after the turbulence in my soul. I don't even comprehend how I am able to even smile after some of those moments much less see any positive in it all. Yet I do.
A breath is so ragged after the storm inside my soul. All I can do is pray that I gain one more day to call an adventure.
Then the spirit just wants to rest. The soul is exhausted, no energy left to lift even a feather and yet I am standing and moving racks around.
This is not my strength, not my power. My soul is wary. So fatigued and plagued by pain but I still step one foot in front of the other. Not thinking about how I will fall or even fade into blackness.
My only thoughts are how to keep pushing onward.
As my skin burns with a high fever I look over the promises I made, hoping I make it through a short six hour day tomorrow.
All parts of thoughts have to create this imagery in my mind so a focused line can be grasped thoroughly.
And as much as I strive to exhale I hear the burn inside my lungs. I just snicker in my head. The careless me went and pushed too far. Yet I cannot back out of any promises made. I have had too many people promise but not commit.
I don't like that.
And at this moment I am just hoping the slowness of my inhale knocks me out. All the while I am dreaming well.
A hope.
And to that note I bid a good night to many. Just be thankful you got another day to make amends with people you love. And those who can't they built a new friendship with someone or rebuilt one. Whichever remember not to forget them.
When all pieces of you feels so broken and exhausted, the strength that is given is remarkable.
I know not how I am capable of still standing after the turbulence in my soul. I don't even comprehend how I am able to even smile after some of those moments much less see any positive in it all. Yet I do.
A breath is so ragged after the storm inside my soul. All I can do is pray that I gain one more day to call an adventure.
Then the spirit just wants to rest. The soul is exhausted, no energy left to lift even a feather and yet I am standing and moving racks around.
This is not my strength, not my power. My soul is wary. So fatigued and plagued by pain but I still step one foot in front of the other. Not thinking about how I will fall or even fade into blackness.
My only thoughts are how to keep pushing onward.
As my skin burns with a high fever I look over the promises I made, hoping I make it through a short six hour day tomorrow.
All parts of thoughts have to create this imagery in my mind so a focused line can be grasped thoroughly.
And as much as I strive to exhale I hear the burn inside my lungs. I just snicker in my head. The careless me went and pushed too far. Yet I cannot back out of any promises made. I have had too many people promise but not commit.
I don't like that.
And at this moment I am just hoping the slowness of my inhale knocks me out. All the while I am dreaming well.
A hope.
And to that note I bid a good night to many. Just be thankful you got another day to make amends with people you love. And those who can't they built a new friendship with someone or rebuilt one. Whichever remember not to forget them.
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