Stand Forward
Hidden here, in my heart, is a puddle of sadness that will never part. It’s hidden deep and growing strong, making my soul feel weak and my journal long. My hands do shake but I stand still, trying to keep holding on, trying to find my will. But I fear my will has been left behind, in a puddle of shadows deep in my mind. So I take one step forward and don’t look back, although I stubble I stay on track, I keep walking further, I keep going on. And with every step I take I start to get strong and continue on my journey which now doesn’t seem that long.
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