Powerless Stress

Tears flow endlessly down her face,as she looks and looks but still no trace. No trace of love,comfort or sanity, All she keeps ending up with is humility. Stuck in a world of give and take, She's constantly hovered by the fake. Vividly she seems to see prosperity, And she tries to build strength and integrity. Boldly building the love she has for herself she learns, love and respect isn't just given it has to be earned. Her soul is in distress,Sometimes leaving her breathless. She looks in the mirror and this she confess,She's Slowly eliminating this (Powerless Stress.) © Jacaima Cooper