I'd have to admit, life would be great if we would only stop and smell the flowers. Life would be different if I would just sit down and relax, to be calm. But I can't always do that. Some times, life is rough, hard. Its like I'm being squeezed by pressure that I don't understand. My soul is cracked ,as if a layer of me has been taken away, and it hurts. I am under construction...  
I've been pulled and dragged through the mire...I'm used to it, but the pain is still there. Things that felt normal, aren't,and my vision of happiness is now cracked and incomplete.

    It might be time for me to move on, down a different path. I need to find rest within this troubled time, and look for peace..... but I am under construction.