To trudge forward
Like a crim gone to slay
To move toward the end
Like a weighted soul e'ry day
Picking up your feet
To keep up an acceptable jog
Feeling the pain in each step
And the sluggish of a bog
Concerned with torments
Rue o'er regrets
The courageous soul
Keeping up 'neath it all.
The hardest fight
Is that internal war
While afflicted out,
We question what for.
Why keep up?
Why tolerate loss?
It's all for naught,
It's all we've got.
Bravery is movement
Courage is forward
Strength is a stiff lip
Power is prayer
Prayer for the better
Prayer for the chance
Prayer for the soul
Prayer for the battle
Life's unworthy fight
Is the only hope of light.
In the clash of iron
Sparks fly to illuminate
In the struggle
So painful
We finally gain
The dim light to see
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A Book Of Rhyme, Rhythm, And Time
RandomThis book is a collection of loosely organized ramblings - they resemble poems, but aren't structured to be poetry. Raw emotions from the thoughts and life experiences that afflict an average girl's everyday life, these are unfiltered, and as authen...
