In The End.


In the End.
11.15.15

Her voice trembles,
her fear speaks.
She asks herself,
is it me?

Yearning for love,
seeking for truth,
Only she finds pain,
With each chance she took.

Breathing life in,
Trusting its beauty.
She holds on to the hope,
She walks through believing.

Beating her down,
making her question her existence,
She never lets go,
She keeps going with persistence.

Each let down is in preparation,
for that love you seek,
don’t give up, don’t lose hope,
despite when things are bleak.

You deserve love,
You will find passion.
It will all make sense,
In the end.

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