11-2-16
Struggling to retrieve what may well be lost
Each day brings new excitement and new frustrations.
Do we simply surrender and retire?
Do we fight to push forward in the face of despair and loss?
Where is the reality of all that we suffer?
At what point do we say, simply, enough?
Everyday I hear from you, is anything real anymore?
I dream and hope on each and every word
Hoping beyond words for an affirmation.
Of my existence.
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