Was I Created To Suffer
In the depths of my soul, a question resides,
Was I created to suffer, to bear the weight of pain?
My days begin with tears, a sorrowful refrain,
A longing to live a better life, free from this endless strain.
I yearn to walk in happiness, like others I've seen,
But with each step forward, I stumble and fall, it seems.
Two steps ahead, five steps back, I'm lost in this maze,
A prisoner of circumstance, with no escape in sight.
My heart bleeds with anguish, my body weak and worn,
My bones ache with the weight of this never-ending form.
I'm forced to beg for scraps, a life of poverty and shame,
A burden to others, or so it feels, with no one to claim.
When I cry out in pain, no one listens, no one hears,
Instead, they laugh and mock, adding to my fears.
I'm alone in this darkness, with no one to turn to,
No shoulder to cry on, no hand to hold mine through.
I pray for a glimmer of hope, a ray of light in this tunnel,
A chance to break free from this cycle, to start anew and be unshackled.
But the pain is overwhelming, the sorrow too much to bear,
I'm left with tears of blood, and a heart that's full of care.
In this world, I'm an outcast, a stranger in my own skin,
A life of struggle, with no end in sight, no respite within.
I wonder why I was born, why I exist, what's my purpose?
A life of suffering, or so it seems, with no escape, no discourse.
Yet, in the midst of this pain, I hold on to hope,
A glimmer of light, a chance to rise above.
For even in the darkest night, there's a chance for dawn,
A new beginning, a fresh start, a life reborn.
In the silence, I hear a voice, a whisper in my ear,
A reminder that I'm strong, that I can persevere.
It's a voice that tells me to hold on, to never give up the fight,
To keep on moving forward, even in the darkest night.
With every step, I take, I feel a sense of pride,
A sense of purpose, a sense of being alive.
I know that I'm not alone, that there are others like me,
Who struggle, who suffer, who yearn to be free.
Together we can rise, we can overcome,
We can break free from the chains that bind us, one by one.
We can find our voice, our strength, our way,
And shine a light in the darkness, to guide us through the day.
So I'll hold on to hope, I'll keep on moving forward,
I'll rise above the pain, and find a way to be unshackled.
I'll find my voice, my strength, my purpose, my way,
And I'll shine a light in the darkness, to guide me through the day.
Copyright © Panashe Chigwedere | Year Posted 2025
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