Poetry | Life
A Struggle Of Sanity
I miss the hits and the kicks of fights, a childhood that was rough, but still I felt alive
As I grew older, it felt as I was dead the body seemed to break, and slowly decay
Functions, mind, muscles got spasms working, walking, writing became tiring
Talking to a therapist, couldn’t cut it taking medications wouldn’t supplement it
People closer slowly went far I reached out, but no one was there
I looked in myself, as I saw the child whine it dawned on me, perhaps its how it's designed
Life looks grim, whenever the symptoms trigger my body tingles and hurts with a shocking sensation
Anxiety and depression are the least of my worries when I have a whole system on the verge of collapsing
Perhaps it is intact because of my will to survive oh how much I have changed, from youthful kid to an old guy
I do keep in mind, as I am still young at heart, never to let it slow me or the senses so I thought, writing my experience away in a format
Someone will relate, though I hardly doubt it said the self to the mind my heart means well and asks to continue as I write it all down for the reader’s overview
Thank you for reading.
