The days seem to get better,
smiles come, and laughter to,
and you think you've made it
but no, it doesn't do,

the forward strides
the growth that comes
are over taken by
your hearts doldrums,

the pull to come back to reality
of all that you've gone through
tugs and rips and grinds you down
'til you don't know what to do,

no longer can you think,
no longer can you feel
things that stand in front of you
no longer even seem real

tunnel visioned steadfastly
to what's perceived as the cure
a grand upstanding fight
to get through it and endure

leaves you beat and tired,
so weary at days end,
that when you hit the pillow
it's not a place to mend,

for at the height of your exhaustion
you mind begins to spin,
you see visions of what you feel
would be the best of "might have been".

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli