Of her days-

She wrote, but not enough
She cried, a little too much
Her smile, remained confined
Without, reaching her eyes.

She lived not- just survived
Her hope- was growing dark
She slept, each night in hopes
A new dawn, would not arrive.

But if- given the choice
To end her life for good;
She’d struggle, and rise above,
The waves- pulling her down.

She’s sad and just away
From despair, by an inch
And that makes all the difference,
Cause “almost” means- not there yet.

She-
still writes, though not enough;
still cries, sometimes too much;
But she’s living, through sticks and stones,
And for now, that is enough.

The above image is courtesy of Jessica Alexandria

A quote, A day (3)

Somewhere out there is something better,
And that something is worth fighting for.
-One Tree Hill

And ooh, the last day of the 3 day quote is here. As always, I had a variety of quotes to chose from but the above quote sticks for me this time. And to anyone who I struggling with the ever present darkness, I hope you remember that somewhere out there, is something worth fighting for. ❤

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I was nominated by the wonderful Amrit who blogs at Élan Vital to participate in the 3 quotes for 3 quotes challenge. I think it’s an awesome challenge to enlighten our followers on our favorite quotes and I really appreciate the nominations.

Here are the RULES:
1. Post 3 of your favorite quotes each per day for 3 recurrent days. The quotes can be of any other people or it may come straight from your own heart.

2. Nominate 3 bloggers with each post to challenge them.

3. Don’t forget to utter a thankful word to the person who nominated you.

I NOMINATE:
Mandibelle
Soulmate
The strange Her

Life is…

Life is a battleground;
A roller coaster-
With mostly downs.
Life is a struggle-
You fight, you lose;
You battle with issues-
A secret war.
Life is a mystery,
Unravelling;
In little steps, taken-
The puzzle fits.
It takes patience,
A thick skin-
To surf through the waves
Life keeps bringing.

Life is pretty,
It’s beautiful-
In the rays of the sun,
In the mountain view;
In the dew after rain,
And the morning haze;
In the force of the moon,
And the ocean’s waves;
In the dance of the leaves,
And the chirping birds-
Is the power to heal,
After life’s heartaches.

IMAGE CREDIT

Somewhere along the lines-

Somewhere along the lines,
I lost it
Went a little Astray,
Forgot it
Broke away from the path,
And wandered
Away from my first love,
Poetry.

I wrote but it was all,
blurred out
Filled with words that contained,
No heart sounds
And the tears that I poured,
On paper
Seemed to wander with lost,
Desire

But oh writing, it’s time-
To find you
Got to mend back the rails,
And track on
Bleed the words of my heart,
In rhythm
Pen and paper in hand-
I’ll make it.