carry on

carry on through the rain

when the storm doesn't cease to pound 

ravenously on your bare back in the middle

of nowhere


carry your head high 

when ropes from hell tie themselves to your chin

and the demons that seem to be closest to you

yank them down


carry your sanity in your soul

even when the scissors of society 

threaten to snip the last last thread

you agonizingly hold onto it by


carry your love in your arms

when the dead dreams and hopelessness come like hungry wolves

brutally shredding your skin and snapping your ribs to splinters

in a gruesome attempt to consume your heart


carry on when mere seconds are left

when your pale fingers shiver in icy cold sorrow

carry on and realize that happiness is not the destination

but the journey.



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