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At my wits end

I was at my wits end
life need not be this unkind 
My dreams far better than the reality lived
Like a shell left by the receding tide , I felt alone
Like the receding tide I withdrew myself  from the crowded shore
It was peace I needed some quiet to silence my troubled mind

I was at a loss
life need not be this cruel 
broken by unfulfilled dreams , wrecked by Ill fate
like I was drowning in a deep troubled sea. each night I would hope to rise through the torrents
Taking each step tentatively. 
Unsure of my future 

 

I was helpless
The peace I got was through the pages of a paperback novel
Lost in a fantasy whose future  more pleasant, having a happy ending
mine being far from reach  
The stories drew me in
Chapter after chapter , numbing my pain

I was at my wits end
Only one thing remained hope
Since At a wits end corner is where Gods power is shown
Though helpless but I lay in the hollow of Gods hands
hands that  couldn’t let me go.