My Life In Word

ENDURE

My soul is weak
Because there is yet
To be found a cure
For this darkness
That plagues my soul
Without respite
Morning, noon and night

Though my soul is weak
I will endure
Even if there is no cure
Because morning, noon and night
I pray for the light
To enter my darkened soul
And recapture the joy
The darkness stole

Simona A. Brinson

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