Tirbulations

My trials for not allowing my soul to break up into pieces is still on;
There is always a new morning after dark nights;
I make myself remind the thought now and then;
But my mind refuses to abide by it;
I know my life will go on;
In spite of all the disasters;
But what about the soul;
What about the wounds it already suffered;
Those were healed or they are replacing with fresh ones;