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.