Sometimes…
sometimes I dream of my own death
or that I’m dying.
You have to admit –
it’s overwhelming –
this task you are asking of me.
The burden is great –
all on my shoulders –
the outcome I can’t clearly see.
This has the power –
to break my faith –
and make my beating heart turn tough.
Or the opposite –
will happen inside –
and this will make my heart buff.
This is a hard test –
a sure dilemma –
what will this trial make of me?
Will I be better?
Or will I break apart?
My response defines who I will be.

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I wake up,
the sun is shining
the new day brings
hope.
“Bring on the day,” I say.
“You will fail today,” says the little voice on my shoulder.
“Ha!” I laugh. “I know who I am. I know my plan. I will conquer the day!”
I affirm boldly.
Every heart
Should be broken once in life
because it
beats stronger after some strife.
After all,
the hope of Spring’s new breath
comes after
the gloom of winter’s death.