Troubled Soul Poem by Dave Chessher

What a cruel life that stands before me
I feel so helpless, is it only I can see?

My troubled soul, so tattered so torn
It’s a pain for life, to carry, to mourn

The scars and fractures, which have affected my life
Slowly show through, the pain the strife

When I look in the mirror, all I see
All my wrinkles reflect back at me

It all tells a story about my fight
The hardship, the strain, every day, every night