Mind Boggling...HerStory

How does one keep moving in the sign of defeat? My heart is weakened by repetitive unreasonable adversities, I have given my all— And this is what has been given to me, Gracious for my blessings, Nonetheless, enticed by the natural order of societal norms, Success— A different definition in every perspective, Life has not been no walk on the beach with pristine sand, It’s more like mountain climbing… through the Alps, Least the correct equipment for the feat, How much more shall I bare? I’ve tried… I’ve tried plan A through Z, Questioned my hopes, dreams and everything in-between, Prayed hard, down on my knees, Fighting to believe, There’s more to it, than what you see, Faith—the believe in what you can’t see, Faith is how you keep moving in the signs of defeat.

How You Doing? By Kristyna Cochran Doom, Doom, Doom I say, doomed since the thought of me arise, afflicted by redundant catastrophes, I pull from my innermost strength, stumble through adversity cursed before the parents of my parents became a speck of a thought in their parents cerebrum, Through the institutionalized and systematic injustices that anchor the country we call "home", Despite consistent reverence in what is good and true, exemplified in speech, thought and actions, Misfortunes are now merely expected, Do I overdramatize the expected with unhealthy, futile emotions? Or do you just invalidate my thoughts and feelings with irrelevant cliché's, A wreck of scrambled thoughts, Yet I smile... Because no one truly wants to know, "How you doing," Just a friendly, cordial greeting, with lack of true meaning.