Poetry

I’ve

realized I am blessed with being here.

The things that seem to be stressful and make me feel like I’ve got bad luck

and this cloud of rain is always around just waiting to pour down on me.

At any moment and my luck is just about to run out and even though I’m smiling

doesn’t mean that I am not hurting right now.

My time to cry feels limited because I’m too busy to slow down and just reflect on what is going on around me little alone time to feel what’s going on inside of me right now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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