Is there a moment in your day,
When you don’t hate everything?
Even if it is just a moment,
And you can’t control it…?
Is there a day in your week,
When love seems possible?
And forgiveness could really be,
And there is hope…?
Is there a week in any month,
Where despair takes a nap,
And you get a reprieve,
And you have time to sigh…?
Hate when I feel this way. Seems like when I do, I feel like I’ll never feel normal again! Then, on the days I feel great, I feel like I’ll never fail such despair again. And the cycle continues….
Some things do seem endless…