It is hard to come close to my fire or even comfort it, as my dark side says what\'s the point to exist...
Nothing but pain and suffering, clawing at each day hoping nothing else wants to be paid!
To find a purpose but unable to keep my head afloat, we all want something for nothing or information that suits our beliefs boat!
When even my baby girls Christmas money got swallowed by the bank, I feel like I\'m losing everything to societies cranks.
Unable to give my son his independence or free his mind from inhibiting labels, this was my own fight now it\'s gone round in circles.
No matter the positivity or light you give, there\'s an opposite reaction that is covered with grit to point it shreds any motivational gift!
As this anger inside me not many see and if they do my shame turns it into tears, flowing out from my soul begging for no more as I hit the floor!
There is much more on the darkest side of my moon, so I write poetry knowing each moment will prove that life is not smooth.
All a big part of a galactic rhythmic ripple or two, not to feel empty and see if there is a better tomorrow for me & you!