What are the odds on LIving Life..And Making It...A Poem by OnlymeShe lay in her coffin at the funeral home. I saw her cold and unemotional that broke my heart as I said goodbye. I sit and wondered if her son was going to be joining her son in the grave. As he couldn't live without her. As this year, has been one hell of a wicked year. And it's not even over yet. I sometimes wonder does God really exist? Getting so angry and mad. Let alone very upset about our everyday s**t lives. Why, does all this badness happen to us? What did we do wrong? The questions, I can't answer or even begin to understand at times. Only things do happen for whatever reason? wake up in the morning. And when you do you brace yourself for another awfulday ahead. Of stress, anxiety, upset and more so drama of some description that is ahead of you. Your daily meds for all your own medical problems you pop them into your mouth to help you cope and relax. Haha. What a laugh that is. Life really is like" going around a fast racetrack without no breaks or safety helmet on and you just pray you to getto make it across the finish line alive. Unhurt and overwhelmingly relieved if you do make it that far until then you hold your breath and freewheel. And if not. It was not meant to be. say the least about living it. The best you can as you.
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