Today’s trials and tribulations are especially heavy.
While I pride myself on having this resilience, perseverance and this strength
sometimes it seems childish and naive.
There must be stars in my eyes to think that this place can be one of happiness.
I find myself wondering why no one appears unless things are especially terrible,
and why are all smiles so believable if we’ve all faked one before.
I’m on a particular part of my mountain top where the clouds are blocking the rest of my journey up,
I’m bobbing around, stumping my toes on rocks.
There’s a path somewhere but my head hurts and I cannot be bothered to find it.