Life Just Knocks Me Down

Some days I feel that 'life' just knocks me down, Those harsh words said, your sharpness and your frown, Remembering these things, what is the answer - how Can I shake off those hurting actions now, With each one forever chipping at my soul, Sending me deep into this consuming hole That I have carved into my life, when you Departed for some other avenue. I face this question with each day I greet, How can I stay so upright on my feet, When with a heavy heart, I try to face The realisation that I must replace You with another, Oh, how hard a task For such as I, who hides behind a mask With shattered thoughts I try hard to conceal. Like an actor playing parts that are not real. © Ernestine Northover