A storm, a battle, a fight
A struggle with all your might
The harder you try the harder you fall
When the world seems big and you very small
When all you want to do is hide
And the words you need aren’t on your side
It’s hard to just lift up your chin
But you say you're fine and you grin
Yet you’re dying from within
Though life can be tough,
Just be easy on you, don’t be rough
It’s just a long journey to a beautiful place
Just take a breath, each step, it’s not a race
cause for you and me and anybody,
our struggles aren’t light
with a storm, a battle, and a fight
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The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham4 days ago in Fiction
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