Healing


Slowly my pace went

No one seemed to really care

As I shed my tears overflowing

Dark shadow of my dreams kept nagging me

Somehow I could resist

Yet a part of me yelled I was weak

I shrugged my head in disbelief

Couldn't accept my defeat

Won't give up the last strength

Telling my self I'd be over it

Confusion tried to find its place

In mind so full of bitterness

Fighting the urge to lie and rest

Keeping the fading hope abreast

Convincing myself these all would end

When and how my fate held secret

But for now, I have to risk

To struggle and fight like a wounded beast


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