Past events returns
to haunt me during my wake.
Exhaustion weakens barriers;
insomnia encourages insanity.
This poor body
abused by the world.
Scars remind me
of traumatic events
that often takes over the mind.
The enemies of my past
returns to torment me
as I work continuously.
Shall I die today? Tomorrow?
Will they return?
To destroyed my foundations of success?
I am so tired. I just want to sleep...
...these memories...
"You will never succeed!"
"You will never become a doctor."
"You are only wasting your time."
"Writing is a waste of time."
"You are only delaying graduation."
Negativity hurts. Shall I let it be?
I give up I will never give up.
Those monsters won will never win.
The past can never hurt me no more.
I am proud of my achievements.
No matter how hard you tried,
I am still alive.
I am blessed to have supporters,
but I am thankful for my abusers
because they helped me
become the person I am today.
The past continues to haunts me no more.
I am happy. I am free.
I will eventually succeed
just you wait and see.
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Author:
Anasyil (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In college, I've chosen a dual path and certification program. I am studying English, pre-med/pre-pa (I realize they are both pretty much the same, at least for what I'm going into), biology minor and publication certification. Often, people have tried to put me down and push graduating on time on my shoulders. They make fun of me because my GPA is slightly lower than theirs. What they don't understand is I have to work in order to pay for my tuition while battling multiple health problems. They are so lucky to have received financial aid or have their parents pay for their tuition in full. They are so lucky not to have poor health nor experience domestic violence. I admit I tend to envy the things they have, whilst I have to work very hard constantly. But there's this spark inside of me: a flare that is growing. I am so passionate about being an editor and doctor/PA that I am still fighting everyday to get there. No matter what people tell me, no matter how much the past resurfaces itself, I am still working hard and strive to achieve my dreams. I will eventually become a doctor/PA and editor/writer. I am just taking my time. For those who wait: bigger and greater things will come. It is most important to be both hard working and patient.
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