Take A Breath

I no longer question the existence of God.

I’ve passed that point in my life.

I know damn well I was created, and though I often forget,

I know what I was meant to do.

Still, I find myself struggling through the muck of life.

I know it was never meant to be easy, but

I’d like the chance to catch my breath before the next wave of shit hits.

The older I get, the harder it gets to swim, and

the less it feels like love and kindness will prevail.

The world continues to turn.

Its’ rusty gears grinding ever so slowly towards a stop.

Still, I wake up each morning and feign productivity.

Not sure if what I’m doing makes a difference.

Not sure I’m following the right path or just treading water.

But I’ll be damned if I just lay down and rot.

I choose to be contentedly unsatisfied.

I am thankful.

Pushing through the waves while being pulled under.

There is always something or someone who will try to pull you down.

The question remains…

Do I have what it takes to make it back to the surface?

To take the next breath.

-Clary

Published by sarcasticallycynical

Hmm! Let's see.I live in Texas born to two human parents (According to my birth certificate) and have three siblings that are nothing like me. I'm an artist and writer. I've lived a lot and learned a lot in my short life and although I lean more towards the pessimistic there is always room to change my sometimes too small tainted heart ;p

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