I'm awake,
filled with determination, I pick up my old, dulled axe.
Today I'll get there.
Picking away at the rocks that block my way, I'm filled with hope. Hope that I'll be heard, that I'll be
Seen.
But slowly I grow tired. Losing all the strength I had to keep digging.
With all my spirit lost, I go back to bed.
Because it's easier to not try at all, than to try and be ignored.
Maybe tomorrow I'll get there.
Submitted: January 05, 2019
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Boy, can I relate. Excellent work putting the feeling in to words.
Sat, January 5th, 2019 8:21pmFacebook Comments
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