There is hope; there can be life with a smile.
Frustration and anger, what are these chaotic merchants that eat away at me, belittling my life, my drive, destroying my bright dreams, and care that use to shine within.
Where bright golden smiles were once with me, each, and every moment of my loving day, and I caressed life with such fiery passion and love, with warm feeling of happiness permeating through my body, nurturing the soul that I am...
Now my comfort is anger, hate and resentment of the moments that made life worthwhile, for to be without those living things is like dying, and seeing no tomorrows.
I push these things aside grabbing at a straw of hope that I may once again feel comfort within myself, this hope makes me want to continue striding forward no matter the odds that stand in my path, no matter that I cry inside, refusing to shed the tear’s that will wet my cheeks, and redden my eyes.
My lifetime passions and goals stripped of their brightness, lay aside, broken, lifeless, just remembered as once giving me life and fulfillment. Once felt once experienced one never forgets, and with these memories still within, the hope flourishes like a new flame that has just lit a fire within. I know the flames will build as there is kindling to feed its hungry life. So within me the flame is small but, hay it is there, it has been felt before so can be felt again and can be re- built so it can never be put out with doubts or mistrust, lies, or falsenesses put in ones path.
Stride forward, take another step, smile again it costs you nothing to do so. Nice feelings break through the barriers covering them, and my flame builds. I pour on the fuel, daring to reach, remembering more, and soon I burst with pride that I, me, the life force is once again on the mend, and reaching out once again.