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Emotionally Disturbed

In the depths of my mind, a tempest brews, A relentless battle, emotions confused. Caught in the whirlwind of inner strife, I grapple with demons that threaten my life. Each day is a struggle, a war within, As I fight against darkness, longing to win. But the shadows persist, haunting my soul, As I navigate pathways, trying to feel whole. Emotionally disturbed, my mind in disarray, I search for the light to lead me astray. But the darkness looms large, a formidable foe, As I tread through the darkness, feeling alone. In the silence of night, when demons awake, I tremble in fear, my resolve starts to shake. The whispers grow louder, echoing doubt, As I battle the demons that lurk all about. Anxiety grips me in its merciless hold, As I struggle to breathe, my story untold. Each breath a reminder of battles yet fought, As I cling to the hope that redemption is sought. Depression's embrace, a suffocating weight, Dragging me down, sealing my fate. But I refuse to surrender, to succumb to despair, As I fight for my sanity, gasping for air. The scars on my soul, a testament to pain, A reminder of battles fought in vain. But still, I press on, refusing to yield, To the darkness that threatens to consume my shield. In moments of weakness, I reach out for aid, To friends and to loved ones, unafraid. For in their embrace, I find strength anew, As they help me weather the stormy blue. Therapy and medication, tools in my fight, As I navigate the darkness, seeking the light. Each step forward, a triumph of will, As I battle my demons, determined to heal. But the journey is long, with no end in sight, As I grapple with demons, both day and night. Yet still, I press on, with courage untold, As I battle my mind, and reclaim my soul. For I am a warrior, resilient and strong, And though the battle rages, I will not be long. For one day, I know, the darkness will fade, And I'll emerge victorious, unafraid. So I'll keep fighting, with all that I am, Until the darkness surrenders to the light's gentle hand. For I am a warrior, and this is my plea, To never give up, until I am free.

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Date: 4/28/2024 11:53:00 AM
Dear Amanda, a very empowering piece. Wonderful rhymes reinforce your potent narrative. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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