They say I'm dramatic,
I'm actually traumatic.
I can't hide from the drama,
In the midst of trauma.
I lost control,
Without a hand to hold,
Or a heart of gold.
My body screamed for warmth,
In deathly cold.
I thought that pride was all I had,
Then God gave me more to give,
So I folded pride and put it up all sad,
The small wellspring from Him is all I have.
There are fake foods,
Fake people,
Fake realities,
Fake media,
Fake purpose,
And the lies we tell ourselves to keep going.
I wish it wasn't true,
But I can't lie with this knowing.
There are also real foods,
Real people,
Intentional realities,
Real news,
Real purpose,
And the truth that we cling to to keep going.
The best rewards and the worst let downs.
Just got to keep going.
Coping and hoping and healing,
An inch a day,
Your love is the only way.
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