PERHAPS..............

Heyyy, @freewriters

It's me again, Abeegail, I'm back with another poem.
Sometimes life can feel too much and perhaps the day gets better and in the dark we'll finally find light.

And sometimes I just want to disintegrate into the earth and cease to exist but I feel perhaps..........
Perhaps the sun will shine brighter and the stormy clouds will settle,
Perhaps the sunsets will be more beautiful because I have you,
Or just perhaps life would be worth living again and I'll see purpose,
Or perhaps I'll get rid of this baggage if despair and will learn to breathe easy.

Perhaps I won't have this anxiety,
I'll see so much in life, more varieties,
Perhaps all the heaviness I feel, we somehow be lighter,
Perhaps I'll find my spark, I'll come back brighter.

Perhaps I'll find a reason to dance in the rain,
I'll finally be happy and see that in life I got much to gain,
Perhaps I'll have so many friends,
Perhaps I'll be happier than I could ever contend,

Perhaps I'll have reason to love living
Perhaps my life would be so much better, my life would actually advance
Perhaps the air would be less heavy, it would be reliving,
Perhaps I'll give life a chance,

Perhaps I'll find me, all on my own, not by the guidelines of somebody else,
Perhaps they'll be a reason to wake up and smile,
Perhaps I'll find my people, and I won't be so lost,
Perhaps my heart will open up again, or something of that sort.

Perhaps I'll meet the love of my life and together we'll have a cute little house,
After all the 100th times I've tried to push him away, he'll looked at me and laughed and said I'll stay anyway,
Perhaps I'll give birth to a kid, and I promise I'll love her with everything in me
And perhaps I'll be a good mother and my child would be happy that she was blessed with a mom like no other.

And perhaps I'll live to be more than a hundred years old,
With a house filled with warmth and happiness,
And perhaps I'll have a big home with unimaginable laughter and unwavering happiness,
Perhaps they all come over for the holidays, and I sense of fulfillment will come over me,
Perhaps I'll have a happy home, or perhaps not.

Perhaps I'll live the greatest life ever,
Or perhaps I'll give up even when I said never,
Perhaps I'll be happy that I stayed,
Perhaps this is all I can take.

It's Still Abeegail
Perhaps if i write, I'll feel alright.

Thank you for Reading my messy poem.