The Painful Struggle
The painful struggle
Being stuck between right and wrong seems to have become the norm.
constant struggles play in my mind, reminding me of a Shakespearean play.
If I do what is right I feel I will be held back for the rest of my life,
but if i choose to quit I will lose what is most precious in my life.
I pray for guidance and try my best to put the thoughts aside,
there is no peace of mind there is no joy.
I slip into the ocean of depression and have to pull my way out
still I have to fight to keep my head above water.
I am out of ideas and am tiered of facing this alone
there is no one to turn to for help.
God is my shoulder to cry on
he brings me back from the edge.
What to do is still a mystery
but I am never alone, even when I feel I am.
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