will rise?

 

My heart is filled with hurtful strife

Will I handle the challenges in my life?

Will I take my hands and rise above?

Will I ever know my mother's love?

I can see the reflections in my life

When I'm down, will I rise?

Will I handle the challenges in my life?

Like the mountain I will have to climb

Without my mask, where will I hide?

Will I get out of the darkness and see the light?

Will I try to be happy and be like everybody else?

Or will I try to do my best and handle life's test?

Will I crash and realize I'm reckless?

Will I go under and realize I'm breathless?

Will I ask for help and realize I'm helpless?

Or will I just search for help and don't know where the help is?

Will people hurt me for the rest of my life?

Will I handle the challenges in my life?

Will I take my hands and rise above?

Will I ever know my mother's love?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jennifer little]

wonderful poem and great work