Trying Times
Everyday, is a different, fresh new day.
I can either make the best of it, or waste it all away.
Shall I be happy with what I have and shut the complaining up? or move on and enjoy each moment living it up?
I can't help it sometimes, I've lived by myself, alone, with long stretches without God, family, and staying at home.
I can forgive myself, it's the forgetting that gets me down, especially, when I see myself repeating a past, not so condoned.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm just breathing, but for a purpose worth being alive--my son's, my God, my so-called friend's, and my experienced past must be why.
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