Another day, another upheaval, to make it through the day Going to work in the dark trying to keep sadness at bay Giving it your all and getting not much in return Knowing when your back is turned, that your ears will burn.
Building your blockade in readiness for lunch time When you must sit and not let things in, sitting in a bind Wishing for home time to see the loved ones And being far away from the place that your problems stem from.
Half a shift left now, you can make it through! All the while any positivity left is chewed Spat out, toxic like, with no support from above Knowing that at his place, he feels the same, your love.
Not very long now, although tomorrow brings the same All for want of making a life, it is but a shame Tomorrow they will be looking again to try and break and shred us Soon, the darkness shrouded, hiding us from the gaze of our hungry predators.
Roots are a thing of beauty to behold With kindness they have the power to embold Entwined underneath, can be strong when it’s cold Tenderness helps when hard times unfold.
Reaching out far, unseen but so bright Even in the deepest darkest twilight A beauty underneath, such a delight In the darkest place a spark can ignite.
With the power to grow its own new parts This is when the magic actually starts Giving life to its other counterparts It can melt the hardest of hearts.
Finding yourself and growing new roots Building yourself with sturdy new boots Loving yourself and seeing your truth Forgiving yourself and strengthening those roots.
