seems to come so easily.
Around each corner
it teases me.
Tests your spirit
tests your soul
makes you question
every goal.
Can you handle more?
Take swing.
Keep on trying.
You can't hit a thing.
Hear the screams?
Hear the cries?
Growing tired
of tear filled eyes.
Feels like your writing
a Book of Job yourself
tested and tested, waiting and waiting
for a trophy to sit upon your shelf.
For faith and hope and yes some love
may be all that remains of the day.
But faith and hope and yes some love
are what keeps failure from leading you astray.
