I sit here with a fire in my mind dampened by the sight of my eyes. The realization of the utter desperation of the times.
I strain under the stress a constant pest trying to undermine me at my best.
I wish I could have a chance to rest but what if this is some final test?
I continue fighting, writing and striding towards that goal, that seems so distant.
I picture it as magnificent, a job, a stable life, with a little less strife.
And Less Stress
Stress is the culprit that causes all kinds of ills. The stuggle is for calm and later in life, it comes if you let it - Lady A