Hope Hard...
I live with the burden of lifeeveryday I am constantly reminded
how hard it is to survive,stay a live
and just breath air,how difficult it is
to just walk a few blocks,without
the help of my soul guiding me..
How hard it is to earn food,more so
cry tears for life is tearing at the corners
of my intellect,confusing me with ambition
stripping me of the little integrity in me
and my soul beg for a pardon, to stay
sane and live in hope..
Yes hope, your sister or mine,Hope that
tomorrow will never be as today, for hope
is things not seen or heard of or known of
or wish for, or even needed, but want to make
now better.
How hard is it to hope for hope
when our mind is frozen with needs
ever day worries to get up and stay up
for the sun to shine, and bring with it
the will to maintain sanity patience.
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