My Life is a Broken Record I’m having a hard day. I don’t trust myself to speak, I can’t let out what’s in me; I can’t let you see. I feel like my life’s stuck in a cycle; Like it’s forever on repeat. How is it that I find myself here again? When and where did the road bend? I’m trying, I promise, But sometimes I just can’t seem to escape and start anew; Because these ruts are just so easy to fall back into. But life is a journey that winds and weaves, And you’re not always gone when you think you leave. Sometimes there’s more to be brought into the light, And healing does not occur over night. But if you’re not there yet, you will be; It all takes time, And you and I have got to be gentle with ourselves along the way.
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