I look around, I'm lost. There is nowhere else to go, yet I want to keep running,
but from what? Myself. I run and I run, but I can't escape.
I fall, spiraling down farther and farther into a hole with no end. Until I stop,
I take a breath, I'm hurting, my heart hurts, it's so beaten
and scarred I don't know how it's still beating. I catch my breath and continue running,
I know I'll find what I'm looking for soon enough... hope is out there
I just have to find it.
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Picking Up The Pieces And Rebuilding The Soul
PoetryA collection of poems depicting the obstacles and challenges life throws at us and not letting them break us but giving us the strength to overcome them.
