Ever wonder where your limits are, just how much you can take?
Standing on the precipice, prepared to take the leap?
How many obstacles can you overcome?
How many sorrows can you shoulder?
How many more tears are left in you to cry?
How much more pain can you, yourself, endure?
Are there limits to what we do?
Or must we carry on, as we always have
making something out of nothing
because we simply can’t surrender?
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Standing on the brink myself
wishing I could jump.
But something keeps my feet planted
after the rest of me has given up.
It isn’t noble, selfless, vain or brave;
just ignorant, habitual and desperate.
If only I knew how…
to leave it all behind…
to go and test my limits
on another training ground…
Thank you so much, Lisa. You just wrote EXACTLY THE WAY I FEEL. I can’t think of anything to add except, again, THANK YOU!
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You’re welcome! 😁❤️❤️
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Excellent Lisa!
“But something keeps my feet planted
after the rest of me has given up.”
And for Tubularsock that would be chocolate cake and the ability to blame others!
Cheers.
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Lol! Awesome response, as always, Tube! ❤️
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You are testing your limits
By staying
You obviously haven’t reached them yet
Or you would be…..
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Some days I’m convinced I have (like today), but still I carry on. I don’t seem to know how not to…
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