Alright
If anyone had ever cared about her
Her past wouldn't be such a blur
She'd probably be more self-assured
She'd probably feel as free as a bird
She owns her place free and clear
The roof leaks and no family is near
It's condemnable if truth be told
But to her it's worth solid gold
The only real love she's ever known
Is that her daughters have shown
She feels blessed that they both do
After all her choices put them through
But the scars on her soul run deep
Sometimes they don't let her sleep
PTSD is a fact of her lonely existence
It sometimes overwhelms all resistance
So she falls into deep pits of despair
Where she struggles to come up for air
She just wants someone to hold her tight
And to whisper,"its going to be alright"
rksmith
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You are precious your heart and soul can be fixed and repaired. You are already strong in this physical world. Faith in the Lord our God has surprised me in so many horrible situations in my life. I still feel sad I hurt and the only thread of hope is my faith in God. The one that knows I’m as much as a sinner as all of us whom falls short in the glory. But God keeps me motivated to breathe another breath and go forth no matter the struggle the strength is applied. The story of two worlds. I love your rhyme.