Ready me for
Another day of battle,
Yearning to sometimes just get by.
Each day, I rise, swords honed.
Ready to face the externalities of life.
Poetry is like this
You can find love and love can’t find you
You can have a house and you can lose it in a blink of an eye
You can have happiness and happiness don’t have a hold of you
Sometimes you don’t have to experience pain and pain don’t have to experience you
Written by Arneteria Benford aka Mother