On hands and knees,I drink

from the river of strength.

Crying to the heavens for just

one more ounce,one last ray

of hope carried on a warm breath of air.

Once upon a time, I belived that God didn"t give you more

than you can handle.Now I sit looking at my life reflection

in the ripples of my life, questioning my faith my will to survive. So many sorrows, so much anguish flowing through these veins. Self pity? Self doubt? Yes, these come in waves.

But what can be done when sainity begins to fade?

My rock, my one true ocean of security,gone with a blink of an eye. No time for good-byes or reassurances of love.

  You now breathe the air that caresses angel wings.

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fighter4life's picture

Absolutely beautiful poem.