Against the Odds. A poem by Assunta Hood

You cannot believe how low you can sink
But there is further to go…being on the brink
Bruised and hurt so numb with pain
Questioning…are you going insane?
Amidst this turmoil of dark despair
You search for a chasm …which isn’t there
Is this the time to just decease
An avid welcome to inner peace
Then somene says… now just hold on
What is achieved when you are gone?
There are dreams to attain and a life to cherish
Do not sit and let them perish
A second chance …another stage
It’s time to turn the other page

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