Pushed

6 months.
24 weeks.
180 days.
4,320 hours.
Tried not do any reflecting.
But it’s necessary…can’t help it.
Life has been so ugly.
I’ve been tested, been tried
In ways that I’ve been tested never before.
Received piercing words I thought I would never hear.
Lost those who were so near
To my heart. Actually, they were in the center.
Left me ripped to shreds, slashed me apart.
Each day, felt as if I carried the world’s weight.
There were many questions.
I had no answers.
Many problems.
I had no solutions.
Emotionally exhausted.
Spiritually tested.
I slowly drifted to rock bottom.
Couldn’t really share because no one would comprehend
The magnitude of the matter.
I was being pushed to the end.