Stream of Thought

Out Of Breath

She was not sure she’d make it:
Lately she felt like she was dying.

There are only so many times that
A life can go through same traumas.

It felt like she couldn’t keep up the fight:
She was too bone weary from struggling.

The numbers kept advising her to pray,
But she didn’t really understand how to –

And every poser presenting truth’s ritual
Had been found flawed in their character.

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