It is contention of many.
It is hard to keep the faith when you’re broken in so many places.
When you are cut to the proverbial white meat of your soul.
When you are swept into the tumult of your feelings – the void.
The realm where hope is loathe to go.
When you are drowning in the salty oceans of tears.
If you are worthy?
If you are –
who you say you are –
instead of a charlatan –
But doubt will flee –
when resolve beckons.
Adding your tears to the waters…
Matters none – get up!
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