My fist flies –one hit – nothing
A one-second pause, then….
Flailing my arms and legs, All Hell breaks loose
Exhausted, unable to move
The walls close in
This seems to be the way I go at life
Or, is it the way life comes at me?
Clawing and kicking my way along
My breath coming in frantic gasps
Fighting to free myself
Of whatever is closing in
When does it ever get easy?
Will my life ever be mine to just live?
Can’t I have peace without the fight?
I simply don’t want to have to be so strong
nice work.....Art Sun...
excellent write, Karen ...
blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Hugs, Laura
Like Randy said it does get easier as you learn to go with the flow to things you like and to reject those you don't. Don't flail at what doesn't appeal to you just make a fist, square off and smack it where it's most vulnerable. Good Luck and God Bless. One can use all the help they can get these days.
always,
randy