Under a cloud

It seems like I’m living under a cloud That darkness covers me like a shroud The harder that I reach for the light The more it seems to go out of sight

And when some things I try to ignore They just come to my mind all the more I try hard to push bad thoughts away But they are determined they should stay

So how is it that I get to see That there is more to this life than me? Though the mountains seem too high to climb I’ll get to the top if given time

So as I wake up on each new day The best thing that I can do is pray That God will help me learn how to cope To have a future and a fresh hope

February 2023 © Mary Deaves