With clouded thoughts comes cluttered minds;
they sacrifice in hope for a reason to fight.
It takes all they have to swallow their pride
so they can smile and laugh in the light.
We may not know how to win,
not for every battle we're in.
Even when all hope is lost and life grows dim,
we can find the strength to get through the grim.
We are those who work through their greatest schemes,
and through multitudes of other things.
We also have grand dreams;
dreams of denying sin.
We struggle to move forward and believe,
but some how we conquer and acheive.
We pull through it all in the end,
our power in what we defend.
It is fun to wish and play pretend,
but our resolutions are the problems we mend.
There will never be an end,
not until the end,
but we will always continue on;
we'll be the ones to come out strong.
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Penned to Inspire (Move Forward)
PoetryThis is an ongoing series of poems for others to relate to and to bring you inspiration to move forward, stay strong, and to be able to have something to relate to. Enjoy. :3