Stressed Out

More and more and more complications.
My life is just so frustrating.
The more I try to hold on,
The more complicated the waiting.
Why must life be so hard?
Why must people complain?
If everyone loves the sun so much,
Then why make so much rain?
We are all losing so fast
To this world in a race.
The beauty of our youth and love
Is replaced with worry wrinkles on the face.
Someone please make this world easier.
It’s getting so hard to stay.
I know we’re supposed to be strong,
But it’s getting harder every day.
Maybe I will survive today.
Maybe I’ll survive this life.
But I sure wish it was easier,
And filled with a lot less strife.

7-24-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is my hero.

Manipulation

Sacred words,
Secret souls,
Tragedies of pain.

Complications,
More frustrations,
Soon to be insane.

Miraculous,
Spontaneous,
So many characteristics.

Deviation,
Meditation,
How do we seem to miss it?

6-4-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Do you get it? No? Good! That’s the objective!