Standing at the crossroads of hope FULL and hope LESS.
Fighting against an invisible opponent that came to destroy the past, present and future.
With its white hand of chaos it grips every loved one tighter.
Optimistically trying to inhale and exhale.
Giving everything to hold on.
Quietly screaming!
Blind sided with open eyes.
Naive to believe everything seen.
Foolish not to.
Exhausted by love.
Drained by fear.
Traumatized by the torment.
God are you listening?
Can you hear me now?
They want the pain.
They yearn for the missing tears.
Blood soaked.
Gut wrenched.
Laboring for days only to deliver a stillborn of lies.
Secrets choking, squeezing, suffocating each promise.
Heart sickened by deferment.
Passively waiting.
Wading through unknown familiar territory..
At the crossroads of hope FULL and hope LESS.
