There is an undercurrent of frustration
Running deep down within me,
It leaves my stomach knotted and tried
Sometimes during these moments I want to cry,
I cannot hold back and I cannot lie
The frustrations that see my hopes and dreams die,
No matter how much I rise it’s no surprise
That others who hide behind their own disguise,
Do whatever they can to destroy my hope
Thinking somehow I won’t be able to cope,
But they’re wrong because that frustration drives me
It stokes the fires so hot it’s hard to believe,
Anything could possibly stop me,
My hopes and dreams are rooted in love and peace
And I refuse to let them get out of my reach,
This frustration inspires everything
I will not let these dreams therefore die within me.
Beautiful✨
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Thanks very much for reading this and for appreciating my friend 🙏 Faux
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