End of My Rope

I can drive to the end of the world…

or at least till I run out of gas,

But no matter how far I go

I can’t outrun my past.


When I was a child, there was much I wished I own.

I have acquired very little of them now I’m grown.

In all my years it seems I’ve accomplished nothing at all

especially since now I know happiness is more than a trip to the mall.


I wish I could start all over and try again

but everything would probably be the same way in the end.

Maybe if I keep on going I’ll find change

but life different from now might be too strange.

It’s silly to want more but be afraid to try;

Promising myself tomorrow and knowing that’s a lie.


Is there more for me or am I just stuck?

The very thought of that makes me want to step out in front of a truck.

But though I hate my life, I’m afraid to die.

God, if you’re out there I need a reply.

Tell me I have a future and a hope and show me the way.

Give me a reason to want to wake up and face another day.

© D.L. Lunsford

Dedicated to Angela.

May you forgive yourself for the past and allow yourself to live again. 🙏

While going through the hardest times of my life, I met some amazing women, each with her own story of love, heartache, and grief. I’m honored that so many of them entrusted me with their stories. Here in the section called The Voices of My Sisters I have memorialized some of them in prose and dedicated them to each of the women they represent. I hope you enjoy them and can also relate. Feel free to share your own story. –D.L. Lunsford

D.L. Lunsford

Saying a lot with few words.

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