There are times all through life,
We feel our limit has been met.
I’ve been at this crossing so often,
It’s a benefit to never forget.
I don’t forget the days,
I didn’t have the strength.
Days I couldn’t fake a smile, I hurt so much,
I could almost faint.
I remember the times
I thought all my will was gone.
Remember the times I laughed,
When people told me I was strong.
Because would they still say that,
If they saw me here crying?
Would they still feel the same,
If they knew I welcomed the thought of dying?
That space completely blinds me,
Where I can’t see or create anything ahead.
My energy is drained, spirit crushed,
Any and all positivity is dead.
Because I’m in my head,
And not in my heart.
I let the stress manifest,
And it breaks me apart.
The key is to remember,
The days that limit broke,
I found the strength to go on,
My spirit stopped being choked.
Sounds like a joke,
But we must remember both.
The days it rained,
The days it shined.
The memory of breaking free,
From the limits that confined.