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.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2025
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