Survival

Sometimes it’s hard Do go on trying– To put my soul into my work, Only to have it torn apart– Discarded at my feet Sometimes it’s hard To go on dreaming Of better things to come When so much of what’s happened now Has left me hurt and hollow Sometimes it’s hard To go on smiling Like everything’s okay, Not knowing if I’ll still be able To feed my growing family Sometimes it’s hard To see the sun Behind the darkest clouds, When death seems like a welcome relief From this never ending storm.