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Fog (Photo credit: rchughtai — “not very active”)

Just as the tides will change,

And as the full moon shrinks,

Her thoughts are rearranged,

And drive her to the brink.

This life’s an endless game,

So bitter and so dark.

It leaves no one the same –

There is no offset spark.

The truth to bring to light:

The reason for the pain,

The shame behind the plight,

And all this ceaseless rain.

Still haunted by her past,

A lonely future calls.

Why bother to outlast?

Why try to brace the fall?

For every step she takes,

And every breath inhaled,

Is easy to forsake,

When isolation’s hailed.

She’s crushed beneath the weight –

The burdens left to bear,

Are proving just too great;

Her life seems so unfair.

The sorrows she engraves,

Are lines upon her wrists,

They point her toward the grave:

The last of a long list,

Of all too painful days.

The light that marks the bend,

Is lost within the haze,

And fails her in the end.

Verse Of The Week:
You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence.’ – Acts 2:28
(Disclaimer: The great depths of my sorrow can only be justly compared to the impressive heights of my joy. If you stay tuned in long enough you’ll begin to see the silver ray of hope in even the darkest of my reflections.)

What I’m Reading:

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater.