Sometimes

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Sometimes I fall.

Sometimes I stay down, where the ground is cold.

Sometimes I rise, and feel like a cloud.

Sometimes I cry and scream on my way home so that my emotions won’t burden those around me.

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Sometimes I cry in another’s arms because I have no strength to hold my head up.

Sometimes I think of a marvelous future where I am healthy.

Sometimes I think how peaceful my future would be if death came for me.

But then I hear the croak of a frog the chip of a bird, the laugh of a loved one.

And I reminded how quiet death would be.

And my will to rise like a cloud finds me again.