Life is Hard

There are days when we lose faith. When we feel the very fabric of reality is against us. But this is not the case. Life is like a unshaped patch of clay just waiting to be molded to our exact design. We just have to have the courage and confidence to shape it. Friends hear of our pain and troubles. The anger and mistrust we feel. We have to open our doors to the ones who can help. What is the point. There's always a reason to continue on life's path. We just have to shovel off the snow that keeps us from progressing.

protip : make a single thread titled "my poetry" so you don't spam up this category / people don't think you're randomly suicidal