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...Don't Look For The Wood…


As we go through life things progress…
Everything we do and face - is another test.
We have to stay focused, strong and true,
To complete what it is – that we have to do.
So we gather all the strength that we can muster,
Stay focused and calm, don't fret or fluster.
Don't try to see the wood through the trees,
For it will be hard to do and bring you to your knees.

Rather pass through that wood stage by stage,
Go with the flow…don't rant and rage.
For feelings so negative, will do you harm,
So take it steady, stay strong and calm…
As you work through the thicket it will come to pass,
That you're life is no longer like fragile glass.
And as that wood looms up ahead,
Walk towards it - don't live in fear and dread.

Rather face all the trials that enter your life,
Try to stay focused, lose the strife.
For when we lose track of that strength we hold,
We fall by the wayside, and are far less bold.
So walk through the trees, with your head held high,
It's ok to get scared, and it's ok to cry!
For tears I believe are a great healer to me,
They help chase the fear and help me see what I see.

For I am a woman both scared and sad…!
Crying for the future, through the life I've had.
But life is not easy, as people make it seem,
For sometimes it's hard, cruel and mean!
But herein does this story unfold,
For the new beginning I will have and hold.
I am on a journey painful, sad and blue,
I'm a little lost, and don't know what to do.

I need to voice my fears and lose this strife,
So I can for once, begin - a brand new life.
For the life I had led, trust me true,
Has been so harsh and wouldn't do for you!
But I wouldn't wish this life on anyone you see,
For some may not cope as well as me.
I have faced the reaper a few times you see,
It's been such a very hard life for me.

This body ails and is falling apart,
I have to admit, it's breaking my heart.
For the strain it tells in this heart so true,
That only I know how, and what it goes through.
I can't open my can of worms for the world to see…
And this last mile, is the hardest it's been for me!
I have to face it and brace myself for the hardest ride,
For I cannot and will not any longer, run and hide!

To rid my fears, I have to dig deep inside,
Go that one last mile, filled with pride.
The fear in my heart and in my mind…
Was in the wood that was lost, when I was walking blind!
But now I see the wood - because the trees opened wide,
And now I can say - I walked that last mile with pride!

…Because I Did…




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