some times it's a thread
or just a shred
of decency
the point where
I can face the day
turning point for me
replacing the dread
I'm not dead
to the point
I can walk away
face another day
little bits of humanity
floating in a sea of disharmony
grab on and hold with all my life
because it depends on these
little moments of happiness
small reminders that all is not bad
little moments pain free
with some faith in community
I can hang on
my will draining
until
the next miracle
sometimes it's the aroma of bread
or the color red
commonality
a point where
I can face the day
where all good points meet
replacing the dread
I'm not dead
to the point
I can walk away
face another day
little bits of humanity
floating in a sea of disharmony
grab on and hold with all my life
because it depends on these
little moments of happiness
small reminders that all is not bad
little moments pain free
with some faith in community
I can hang on
my will draining
until
the next miracle
it never seems like much
what keeps me sane
it never feels like much
but I'm not the same
until
the next miracle
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