It hurts
It stings
It dries you out
and leaves you
exhausted.
All that time
and energy
the work
the dreams…
all for naught.
It saddens you
beyond the point
of despair
It kills a little
bit of you
inside.
All those plans
the vision
the sleepless nights
the wait
those smiles
all for nothing.
It haunts you
mocks you
It makes you
ask a lot of
unanswerable questions
It tests your
faith.
You sink to a
new low
A depth you
didn’t know existed
A darkness
so black
That you sense
nothing in its
blinding silence.
But you’re a fighter
a survivor
a stubborn son of a gun
You mope awhile
but then
you dust yourself off
and pull yourself up
back into the
daylight.
You smell the
crispness of spring
and taste the
dewdrops.
You smile back
at the wildflowers
and catch yourself
humming with the
birds fluttering by.
You have another chance
It is another day
And life
has only
just begun.

wow…gr8
that was inspiring…:-)
Wonderfully written!!
Maybe that’s why they say – the phoenix will always rise from the ashes.
awesome
beautiful
and relatable picture