I'm not quintessence
At the end of the day,
I pour my soul into these words, they say,
These scars, they tell stories of my past,
But they don't define me, they won't last.
It's been a journey, finding joy amidst the pain,
Learning to dance in the sunshine, not just in the rain.
Yet lately, shadows loom, threatening to pull me down,
But I've learnt to fight back,
I’m trying my hardest to not lose track,
Because at the end of the day,
I’m stronger than the shadows I cast.
My mind, a fortress of defence, shields me from the storm,
An instinct to protect, to keep myself warm.
I drown out the noise, burying emotions deep,
But even the deepest waters, eventually, they seep.
Like an artist facing an overwhelming canvas,
I tackle life's challenges, sometimes feeling ransacked.
Each stroke, each colour, adds to the fray,
Until the canvas is full, and I'm left to survey.
I ponder the strokes, the choices I've made,
Could I have done it differently, could I have swayed?
The cycle begins, the thoughts swirling in my head,
A maze of overthinking, a path I often tread.
But just as the canvas fills, so too does my mind,
And I find myself in the blankness, a refuge to unwind.
For in the silence, in the stillness, there's a peace,
A reminder that in this cycle, there's release.
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Socky xxx
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