Reality Beckoned

There were good days, I think
Leisurely days where we dance and sing
Days where smiling isn't a task
Times when laughter isn't a mask
Moments where happiness is real
When we can actually feel.

If those days exist, I have no recollection
Only thoughts of hesitation
Whether it was there
Or only a mirage in a land that's bare

Dare I not to dream even a second
A different thing reality beckoned
For I see nothing but darkness thick as tar
Something to wish upon from afar
Light I do not know
Happiness is just a distant glow

Never

Life is a constant battle she rarely wins.
Pound and broken, crashed and burned, she was never on the victory end.
She rise above only to let people knocked her out.
She rise above, help people rise higher, only to be knocked down again.
Floundering for help that she never gets.
Screaming for assistance she would never have.
She's running out of steam.
She's devastated.
Soon
She's going to be no more.