I wanted it to be easy,
but it's breaking me.
Making me wonder if it's worth.
Is it really worth my pain and stress acne on my face?
But then there's those days that remind that it's worth the blister on my feet and the pain in my side,
even then it doesn't take the tears from my eyes or put money in my pocket.
I'm waiting for the day I can clap my hands and say the scars are what brought me this far,
but today as I sit under the willow tree I feel all the weight of everything that
is dragging me down,
but I keep reminding myself to smile and be positive even though a thorn is stabbing in my skin.
One day, the day that's so soon,
but so far will bring a rainbow,
the promise of feeling okay and everything being right again.
But this is just the beginning,
we are now in the time of pain,
one day the storm will bring the rain that subdues the infliction and the thunder that will be the voice of the story,
I am currently writing each time I bleed for success to be seen.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
