You Tell Me by StormSage

You tell me, what is the point to it all?
standing tall,
waiting to fall,
only to climb yet another brick wall.

Sometimes I run, sometimes I crawl
at times I just want to hide from it all.

Even in darkened times, there remains a speckle of light
so bright,
pure delight,
only to be blanketed by thoughts, contrite.

Come what may, come what might
out of mind, out of sight.

Sometimes I run, sometimes I crawl
Always getting up, each time I fall.

 (C) Leanne Elliott


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