Paralyzed

The same old feeling, Greets me once again, It’s weight has me stumbling, It fills me with disdain, How many times have I felt this pain? Why won’t I learn these lessons, No matter what I go through, I have died so many times, I thought pain was supposed to purge you, Why wont this hurt, Manifest some motivation, Translate my suffering, Into my salvation, Why can’t I learn? I have become so apathetic, My tolerance for pain, Must be utterly fantastic, For nothing at all, No matter how drastic, Can motivate me, To be any less static, Survival demands success, At least on some level, But I have failed completely, I lack that mettle, My soul cries out, Is redemption possible? Or is it my fate to face, Every single obstacle? Yet in this agony, A simple truth arises, That each challenge I face, Is actually where the prize is, Life put me on a path, More challenging than some, Not to discourage, But to prove it can be done, I remind myself that, Despair is part of the process, That being paralyzed, Is actually progress, It shows I have learned, To think before I act, And at the end of this poem, That I’ve grown is a fact.