The strong voice
That proclaims
That I won't give up
Has withered
Into a whisper
That mumbles
I want to live
And people will talk
People will point
There will be laughs
And hurtful names
But who cares
Well we do
But strength
Is caring
And accepting
Determination is
Knowing
And hurting
But still walking
The will to move
To strive and fight
Even while people
Are crushing
One by one
Piling on your back
You don't need
To carry them
You have a right
To dump them
On the side
Of the road
And leaving them
But my strength
Lies in hurting
And crying
But still stumbling
Forward
Even though
It hurts
Even though it
Brings me tears
I stand for me
I care about myself
I will not allow
Anyone to steal
My dreams
I won't let
These tears
Blind my path
I will trudge and crawl
I will stumble and fall
Forward forward forward
Never stopping
I won't rest
I will not fail
I will forever
Pursue my fleeting
Wishes and dreams
On my winding trail.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
