so many people, too
Some gone from this earth in physical form.
Others... I thought were my friends. For small moments in life they were.
I have memories. Some better than others.
Tonight my eyes are red and my cheeks stained with tears.
Just another night in my life.
Just another part of the fight.
Words of advice have been read.
Words of encouragement received.
Things could be worse
my heart begs to differ
my soul feels weak
my faith even less
but I'm not done.
I'll feel one day
but not without
I'm sure jealous rage will consume
and my angry heart will speak
words of dark from my battered soul
but truth is truth
whether yelled or spoken
One day I'll heal