At times the four walls

At times the four walls
seems to fold in on me
and the places between
the dark and the white,
stretches the tolerance
of any soul.

Yet love and peace
and the grace
and realities of life
tries to destroy
and yet I still stand
and the Almighty
holds my hand.

It’s just the way that life is
and there are places to go
and people to meet
and every day
has the ability
to really be great.