Honest Questions

There are times when life seems like it couldn't get any harder  Moments when you're tempted to throw up your hands Life can be a game of chess  We were made to believe, endure, we were made to survive  Love is constantly in motion  It starts with a smile  It's a single drop in an ocean  Ripples can change a person  Have an ever lasting effect Our lives are living stories  Waiting to be read

Life is beautiful Life is bleak Life is a journey, We aren’t meant to keep Life is hope It’s moving on, Though we don’t know how It’s an enchanting tune heard through Forests of doubt It’s words scattered along a path A heart dying to love It’s those nails on a tree It’s allowing me to show you Who you really are Because what you and I see, Are two worlds apart From who we really are Life is unpredictable Dreams inevitable Though not always perceivable Hardly attainable We are all vessels Meant to carry our light Shining through each of the cracks Left by the scars of life Made by our imperfections Perfected by your mighty hand Life is golden field Filled with wildflowers All in bloom And like a monet painting They add color to our palette less life They’re the sweet scented perfume Someday Beneath tones of blues hanging over us In the sky Calm and serene like waters hitting the sand On the ocean’s first...

You're a spring bubbling  Yet drowning for a gasp of air The anxiety accumulates in your chest  Hold back those tears All we've been given shrinks in the darkness of fear And like a heavy cloak Doubt blinds you with tears  On this endless journey, Darkness drags at my heels It weighs me down  It weighs me down  This anxiety's pulling me down accumulating in my chest  Hyperventilating and about to drown  But I will keep walking ... On towards the light  I will follow the sunrise With nothing but the wind on my back  And dog at my side  Life keeps moving  Whether you want it to or not  Everything you think you are Crumbles right in front of you Because you are who you are  All you can give is a rusty, bruised, heart Til you see it isn't good enough  Til you hear The voice inside you saying, "Just give up..." The past beats on you, hard as the late August sun Tired and conquered  By a ...