Pain
We all have a story to tell
mines just deeper than a well
and painful than a birth
of a new born baby.
Anxiety and fear almost
caused my own demise
making me more susceptible
and vulnerable to
dangerous thoughts of
self destruction.
As the burden of life
held me down in a chokehold
I laid helpless and relentless
unable to escape its wrath.
And each time I try
to catch a break things
start to go left again
as if it was by designed
or may be my causes had caught
up with it’s effects.
As I hold on to resilience
and resilience hold on
to me, my strength shall renew
like a phoenix in the end.
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