Sometimes,
its hard.
Sometimes,
its not.

One minute
I feel it.
Next thing,
I feel nothing.

Torn between
faith and fear,
pain and endurance,
weakness and strength.

You have no
idea.
Only an imagination,
not what it is.

Let me tell you
though,
Its crazy!
Real crazy!

And I’m scared.
Trying to act calm.
Trying to be strong.
Listening to kind words.

If words could
take pain away,
If pity would calm fear,
All will be well.

Dear God,
of what I know, I fear.
Of what i don’t?

the death of me it be not.

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