I am at my weakest point
Down on my knees for a man I don’t love
Forced to do things I don’t want to
Should I flee or should I take it
Like all the other times
Should I strike out and run
Or should I stay here feeling small.
I am at my weakest point
With the devil’s knee in my stomach
And his hand around my throat
Should I fight back against him
Or should I lie here silently
And let the pain take over me
Should I strike out and run
Or should I stay here feeling small
I am at my weakest point
No, I am at my strongest
Because I have the choices,
I have the moments
To be courageous
Rather than it overtake me
I will strike out and run
I will never again feel so small.
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Poems Of The Unknown
PoetryDifferent ways of life is not important, but the experience of life is. The world works in mysterious ways, but its up to us to decide what path we chose. Evil or Good. Dark or Light.
