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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sun rises yet again, And with it another battle to begin. The dark star lit skies has not treated me well, Torturing my mind with memories of times I fell. The morning rays chase away the stories of discouragement, Leaving only new demons without empathy or sentiment. These burdens tax my body and weigh heavy on my mind. Iron clamps of despair keep me in it's bind. The war rages between loud cries of giving up and the rebel whisper of never. The trenches leave me beaten and scared, hoping and praying it gets better. Spilling my heart and soul through this pen, Hoping my fractured world to finally mend. The blows knock the air out of lungs, stopping the clocks mid-chime. Emotions streaming down my face as I collapse for the last time. Is this where I give up roll over and die? Has the fuel for my fight finally run dry? I muster up my last shred of strength an let out a loud cry, The desperation fills my corpse as my soul reaches for the sky. I scream at the struggles I can't physically attack, The growls finally leave my vocal cords torn and taxed. I retreat to my inner sanctuary to a place where the demons cannot reach. I listen to courage, faith, hope and all they preach. They pick me up, dusting me off begging me to try once more. Return to my reality of bone and blood I am different then before. These demons clever lies finally become evident fallacies, Made up evils of horrid fantasies. As my hands tremble, knees buckle and my arms feel short of strength, I stand, I pile up my burdens on my back and set my footing on solid land. To think this path would be easy was insane, I now know what it is to know pain. But through my struggle knowledge I gain. How to manage the pain and work through the strain. So I will work those arms, stretch out these legs and open those naive eyes and finally live, Stand tall without apologies, and without any complaint to give. Victorious I will be when the final page is read, For my feet will not stumble again on this path that I tread.
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