I’m sick of fighting, Tired of trying
Shedding tears with my hopes slowly dying
Caught in a whirlwind with no escape
Watching others dreams take shape
Feeling Alone, weary , and filled with regret
Pondering intentions that remain unmet
Days sadly wasted with no great stories to tell
I’ve created my own living version of hell

Hell wasn’t a place I wanted to be
And the space that I build is a product of me
I had fears to confront, pain to unfold
A life full of stories that needed to be told
So I packed up my pity and threw it away
A life lived intentional begins today
So now…

I keep fighting, keep trying
I still shed tears but my hope is far from dying
If I get caught in a whirlwind, I’ll get out
My dreams will take shape, I have no doubt
I know I’m not alone thinking about choices I’ve made
And I look to the future unafraid
Days spent reflecting and growing in grace
It may not be Heaven, but I love this space