Lord, why am I alive?
I did my best I know,
Yet this moment I cry.

Lord, why can’t I smile?
I know that I want to,
Yet I cannot at this time.

Lord, why can’t I pass?
I know I that I could,
Yet I fall a bit short, alas.

Lord, what I did wrong?
I knew the lyrics, the tune,
How did I forget the song?

I want to be the best,
Yet somehow I seem to wilt,
Always falling an inch short

I’m lucky my friends say,
Yet sometimes I’m not I know.

I tried to make my own luck,
Again on the road I got stuck,
Why is it me, always un-lucky?

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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