The calm before any storm
Is the norm for anyone
To feel poised, nervous
Fastidiously armed
And dangerously prepared
To face the pressure
To be great
Displacing doubt
Where once emotionally tied-down
Bound by previous mistakes
The time arrives to seal fate
Making amends
Leaving no room for debate
As to the commitment, the cause
Seeking more than praise and applause
To dedicate to
An achievement that is true to
Our purpose
While finding meaning
And a pursuit to believe in
To clear the final hurdle
Unlike previous attempts
The defeat left to simmer
Linger and curdle
It's absurd though
Left to vent
Or simply pretend
This isn't the end
Opportunities of a lifetime blown
Not once but again and again
Resources spent which
Never replenish the debt
A dent left
Where there's been
A wound before
Deeper than external flesh
To the core
Yet seemingly only prolonging death
A deep, however restricted breath
To turn those feelings around
Blocking out the menacing sound
Of doubt's voice
It's the choice which is made
To clear out shame and past pain
To finally regain focus, balance
And elite mind-game
Not only in others but ourselves
Wiping the dust from the shelves
To make room for the sake
Of whatever it takes
To make that lucky, big break
And imagining all will suddenly be ok....
..there has to be more than this
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Psych Ward Scriptures
PoetryA spattering of poetry and ultra short tales of love, loss, depression, oppression, animal rights, human rights, existentialism and dates with Lady Satan Herself! High Highs!: 1st #animalrights 1st #suicidalideation 3rd #poesy 7th #uplifting Conten...
