When the logical is logical no more,
and you’re picking yourself up from the floor;
realizing there is no glass slipper,
still trying hard to be chipper,
as you fall through life’s delusional trap door.
When your heart has said it’s enough,
and you try to be gentle, not gruff;
but you find yourself crying,
despite all your trying,
you learn you really aren’t all that tough.
When you want to hang on but you can’t,
yearn to be patient and disregard the noise of the rant,
you try and keep your composure,
but find yourself wanting closure,
while love you are still trying to plant.
When you’re this low, it’s time to dig deep,
dump anger and darkness in an invisible heap;
you must shine out your light,
shine it strong, shine it bright,
hold peace in your heart and try not to weep.
When you feel all is lost, there is more,
and everyone is worth fighting for;
trust in God, keep the faith,
trust in love, do not skaith,
when the logical is logical no more.
© Leslie C Dobson
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