Spirits crumble
Words dig-in like daggers
The tongue a brutal weapon
Source of many disappointments
Tears resulting from sharp words
Attacks on the constant
On your toes stay fast
Don’t allow the wretched in
They will drag you down
Smother your hope
Usher in a dark depression
Swat away all these attempts
For they aim to distract you
Focus past the fog
Past the mist of defeat
Look on the horizon
The storm always passes
The sun will break through
and you will prove them all wrong
Day #193 SJD
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