I am smiling when I ought not to
When I am a bag of illness
Sore organs, out of their way
Crazyly beating away
like unruly children
I am standing still
When I ought to crumble
Into unrecognizable pieces of me
All of a sudden
Out of the blue
I made possible out of the impossible
I am alive, when I ought to be dead
Because, you're holding my hand
I am standing through this
I know, beyond this dark night
Is a tomorrow,
A tomorrow with us in it
Our tomorrow..
When I am a bag of illness
Sore organs, out of their way
Crazyly beating away
like unruly children
I am standing still
When I ought to crumble
Into unrecognizable pieces of me
All of a sudden
Out of the blue
I made possible out of the impossible
I am alive, when I ought to be dead
Because, you're holding my hand
I am standing through this
I know, beyond this dark night
Is a tomorrow,
A tomorrow with us in it
Our tomorrow..
7 comments:
I thought you already lose faith in hope. I am glad you still have it.
Way to go. May you never ever give up on that. Hope keeps this world alive.
May you have a blessed day today and the days to come!
m glad to see this post!
disease always make at ease
as it gives us rest..
just we care ourselves a little more at those times..
everything would be fine and
a prayer is always there for ur cure..
@ Elise
I have these terrible swings, sometimes i hate hope, sometimes hopeful is the only thing i can be
@ Mayz
glad to see me alive!
@ arvind
this too will pass, gotta be brave!
u put post - almost daily..
me felt that u r under pain -
but try to laugh and hide..
take rest.. and enjoy the cold!
beautifully written .. it is only u i knw who can disguise it and still write everything .. :)
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