I’m trying to maintain a brave front.

But continuous pummeling, left and right,

will leave anyone with a dampened spirit,

downtrodden at that.

There’s a heaviness I can’t explain, darkened clouds hovering

a silent howling.

The better part of me keeps on reminding me, this will pass,

this is a fleeting moment, there’s a rainbow at the end of a storm,

and so on and so forth.

These made me stronger, resolute, firmer

and PRAYERS lots and lots of them,

to maintain that brave front.