The Mystics of Life

Through the light of my mist is worry and fear. The doubts in my head are heavy and unclear. I try to fight it but it keeps me off my feet. I try not to worry but my heart seems to weep. My soul is like an anchor crying to the wind, I have to find my peace and regain my strength once again. Life is too hard to carry on... but my hopes are up, that's what keeps me strong. My legs tremble, My faith becomes weak and I need the grace of God to come over me. When my world gets dark, I mourn during the night, I put my best in when fight comes to flight. I'm understanding the characteristics of undergoing life, There's a way out of some things and some serve no right. I learn I cannot change my problems but I can change myself. For these problems can have a detoxification on my present health. For the pain is now a scar worn on my soul, but best of all I learned how to live and let stuff go.