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Overwhelmed

I am

Overwhelmed.

Life really has taken it's toll

On my body, my mind, my heart and soul.

I'm a mess

A 365-car pile-up

One for each day I fall asleep at the wheel

And lost control of my own body

I am exhausted.

Fighting to regain the strength I once had

For the spirit is still there

It is my only weapon

My sword.

And I carry it with the highest self-respect

And deepest compassion.

I wield this spirit with honour

And I fight for those like me

Who feel too weak to go on.

This is my light

To guide the way for the lost souls

To find their path again.

My heart.

My soul.

My spirit.

I have within me

All the strength I need

And I will fight.

 

 

 

-Personally, I'm conflicted on this one, I was aiming to keep on track with the pressure of life perspective, but apparently while writing, my mind decided to change direction. ?

◄ Eric, It Will Pass

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 11th Feb 2021 19:00

I think the transition from weakness to strength, broken to restored, desolate to determined etc.. is the strength of the poem.

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