problems
I don't understand what they are
they're coming at me
like a tornado ripping my ideas.
All these problems feel like an explosion
taking over my mind.
I try to fight them but they won't get out!
Then i see a light, a source of clarity.
I realize that it was someone trying to help me.
Now i know that i'm not alone in facing
the problems that mess with our everyday lives.
Now is when i feel most at bay,
by not smoking hay.I feel hard like clay,
but I won't be astray,
trying to find a place
where i can tie this lace.
Now i know i'm not alone,
with this growing bone.
I do know now that problems
are just something that are
put in our way so we can see
that we are stronger,
even when we don't feel it.
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