Looking through my older (fairly recent) journals and came across this poem, tells a lot of my challenges and victories on my path.
in the realm of hardship, where shadows loom.
Been Dealt a bad hand, a life of gloom.
A tale of struggle, on my immortal soul
With pain and sorrow taking its toll
From the very beginning, life seemed unfair and unkind.
A path filled with obstacles, few solutions to find.
Each step I took, met resistance and strife.
As if fate had chosen, I bear a tough life.
Through the depths of despair, I have learned to tread.
With a heavy heart, and dreams left unsaid.
The weight of the world, on my weary shoulders.
as I navigate this journey, growing colder, older, and bolder.
In the face of adversity I have found my way.
Through storms and tempests day after day.
But the scars that I carry, both seen and unknown.
Are reminders of battles, I’ve not always been shown.
Triumph seems distant, as if a mirage.
As I trudge through life, beaten with this barrage.
Within the darkness, I find a flicker of hope.
A flame that keeps burning, allowing me to cope.
In the depths of the struggle, I find my true strength.
a resilience that carries me, no matter what length.
Though life may be hard, and the road may be long.
I will keep on fighting, for my spirit is strong.
let the hardships come, and the trials persist
I will face them head on, with clenched fists
For in the struggle, I will find my way
I will be victorious, come what may.
In the depths of despair, where shadows reside
Lies a soul once forgotten, with hope cast aside.
A tale of struggle, battles won and lost.
Emerging victorious, but at what cost?
In my darkest hour, where dreams are shattered.
A heart burdened with pain, beaten and battered.
The world seems cool, relentless and cold.
Within the pages, the story unfolds.
a warrior emerges, with scars etched deep.
Through trials and tribulations, slowly I creep.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight.
Deep within my spirit, there still burns a light.
Facing my shadows, both within and without.