My life is in the darkest of darkest valleys.
At the moment I search for a means of escape
From this grip of reality but for a while.
It’s been ages since I had a hint of a smile
On my face. My life is in deplorable shape.
Why is it that life has brought me to my damned knees?
Beautiful things can come from my broken pieces.
I can give those shards the chance to turn me around,
It’s okay to be scared and it’s okay to cry
But I can’t quit. I have to give it my best try
Until some powerful breaking point can be found
And my will to continue my quest increases.
Everything that I’m going through is preparing
Me for what I have asked for. It’s in the process
Of becoming. I need to get out of the way
Of it coming and put confidence on display
With my person and focus on my happiness.
My work is in the area of self-caring.
I may not see it now but on the other side
Of this current dilemma I’ll see exactly
Why it had to go this way. What I have is hope
Which is all I need in order for me to cope.
I can know that the process exists to help me
To be with this most fettered life more satisfied.