I'd thought it would help me;
to release the pain,
By sheding tears one by one.
Slowly it will leave my soul,
until I'm clean again.
But soon it turned into an ocean.
An ocean filled with tears and fears.
Soon crying became my only business...a habit.
It just made me feel less better, as though I'm weak.
Thats when I realised...
How important it is to fight, than to let go everytime.
How important it is to swim against the flow.
Cause only by then you will become a skilled swimmer.
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Rhythm
Poetry#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
