“Get up
And show up”
So they say...
A constant struggle all this is
An everyday battle
To carry on
And try and be present
Or just raise my white flag
Sad though..
No void would be left..
Life...
I can’t ‘avoid’ these curveballs no more
No willpower
No Strength
No fight in me left.
If we all have a purpose in this life
A higher calling
How Can this be mine
HOW CAN THIS BE MINE!
HOW CAN THIS BE MINE!
I am trying to be ‘present’
And it’s taking all of me
Piece by piece everyday
Till there is No More
How can this be mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Lizelle. I felt the emotion and empathized. Thanks for sharing. Peace