At the last
You held my hand
And whispered words of comfort
Through the tears
Kept me strong
Held me strong
At the last
Now
My hands clasp one another
With words falling short
Tears stream through grasping breath
For you are not here
To keep me strong
Now
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
A big problem we could have
if we can’t find the strength
to fight back life and thrive
it feels like our bad situations
are trying vs us to connive.
We have lost opportunities
we also have lost people
we long for a great future
& miss good from the past
life hasn’t been that bad
we also have learned a lot
after putting it in contrast
realize you have survived
a smile won’t be hard, at last.
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