The Struggle

blog post struggle

I was born.

The struggle thus began.
Will it stop? Will it end?

I can’t wait. For it to abate.
For it’s hunger to sate.

I wish I could escape.
This eye of the needle I inevitably doth face.

Your beauty is only seen once I’m not imprisoned in you.
The ugly is yet all I know to be true.

I struggle. I push.

I hate you. I’ll leave you.

I’ll break out. I’ll make it.

Then, I’ll love you.

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