To My Fear
Every day I wake up
To hell.
The constant hustle,
I know Too well.
I sense darkness close
And near.
Is this something I
Should fear?
I am full of anger, I can feel
The hate.
This is my hand dealt
By fate
Another day turns into
Another night.
In the dark, never see
The light.
I try and break the chain,
I am free.
I can still hear the anguish
Of my plea.
I am always ready for
A fight.
I am always seeking to
Find the light.
This disease stares back
At me.
This haunting feeling won't
Let me be.
The disease is stronger
Then stone.
It lives deep within
The bone.
The foundation has
A big crack.
If I fall, I won't make
It back.
Surrounded by silence,
Yet I listen.
The disease and I are
In opposition.
I am not able to surrender
To my fear.
I have conquered the demons
That live here.
To my fear.
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Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2023
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