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kiahgirl
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Stress
Its always surrounding us
like the air we breathe,
It takes hold when we least expect
and grasps us in its eminent wrath,
We think it cannot be escaped nor broken free of
no matter our courage or strength
It makes us feel inadequate and out of control
the same way a baby bird feels at first flight,
We cannot make sense of it
but have learned thats how it should be,
Our days seem long but time falls short
to short for us to feel free or at peace
Sometimes it becomes a cyclone
and we must ask the only one we trust for relief,
But even then our selfishness holds on
and darkness surrounds us,
So once again throwing up your hands and falling to the pavement
you plee,
Your cries are answered, the dark clouds lift
and you give thanks before the cycle repeats
Its always surrounding us
like the air we breathe,
It takes hold when we least expect
and grasps us in its eminent wrath,
We think it cannot be escaped nor broken free of
no matter our courage or strength
It makes us feel inadequate and out of control
the same way a baby bird feels at first flight,
We cannot make sense of it
but have learned thats how it should be,
Our days seem long but time falls short
to short for us to feel free or at peace
Sometimes it becomes a cyclone
and we must ask the only one we trust for relief,
But even then our selfishness holds on
and darkness surrounds us,
So once again throwing up your hands and falling to the pavement
you plee,
Your cries are answered, the dark clouds lift
and you give thanks before the cycle repeats