There are moments...
And days...
When the mind catches itself...
Hung up upon the stumbles within the footsteps of life
Eyes search...
In an attempt to pin point the exact time of when and where
So thoughts wonder...
And questions ask...
Is it just one thing?
Or is it a collection of all things?
We are forced to dig deep within
To find reason in understanding
So we may be able to work through the path ahead
What is your hope?
Because it is so easily done to be stuck within your head
Battered and bruised from the war within
What is it that you wish to carry with you?
You can hate it...
But still fight it
If an ounce is all that you have, give it
There is strength in reaching out
And embrace the act of holding out hope
Shed the tears...
Feel the release...
Let go of the weight...
Find yourself here
Look up...
Because this is where you stand.
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