A Little Poetry Can't Hurt

Revolving

REVOLVING

Nights like this I always stop to think

Will the cycle ever end

Slowly I feel my self slipping away

Feeding on the demons from within

Racing in circles, my mind won't let me rest

I should be grateful for this life

I should deserve the best

somehow I can't define

What is

Worthiness?

Why doesn't it look like me

What does it feel like

I hope it's as blissful as it sounds

anticipating the day that has yet to come

Head Held High

Feet Firmly on The Ground

All the things I thought I deserved

Erased by a few extra pounds.