Still Going
…grateful for all that managed,
To hold my hands through storms
You saw off some thorns.
…adults, to be kind to themselves, choose disbelief.
Choose not to hear, while children, brave their worst fears.
To breathe the air, You push out of your way when you move, deepest pleasure. The winds inside, A Storm. To see your eyes happy indescribable treasure, If only my own eyes could withstand whats rong. To live thinking we have ‘happy ever after’ A fantasy too heavy, To ever hold smiles or laughter. I…