I do not like suffering,
But lately, it seems to be drawn to me.
Irresistibly so, like a molecule to an atom
What does it want from me?
Perhaps to fall till I reach rock bottom
I want to tell it that it’s mistaken,
That I’m not the one it seeks.
I know there’s growth in hardship,
Even when broken like rubble
In the end there is a lesson in the struggle.
I am tired of the weight of doom
Yes, I’m weary of it.
I’ve healed before,
The same lot, now feels like a chore.
I can survive it I have nothing left to prove.
I am not lost; the loss is not mine alone. another victory for me,
Another lesson, to show that I have grown.
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A great self pep talk in this poem. One needs to feel that they can make it and that they are all right to go on. Lovely
Your kind words always warm my heart
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