There are days when
I wake up with an aching soul
And broken heart.
But I stand up,
Throw my jacket
Over my worn and tired shoulders,
Walk out the door,
And confront the world.
My face may be stained with tears,
And my hair in disarray,
But I know that I can make it through
The tough times today,
Just to watch the sun rise tomorrow.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
