68: My Fight Poem!

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I've seen bitter sceneries
Of countless mess I've dwelled
Portraits of utter defeats haunts me
Away my better days ,
I'm shackled and lost.
Yet a helping hand lend me his faith
From the pit of the fallen
I've rised up once again
The road is far from over ,
My destination is still yet to reach.
So this rock-bottomed stage
Ain't a punishment nor a result of my ignorance
Those tears I've silently weep
Those scars that shaped my courage
Is a gift I'm thankful for.
For it may take years to bloom
And gruelling days looms
This time is a different story
For I am not anymore alone ,
Today I'll gladly suffer ;
Tomorrow my turn!


~ nniiwwpoetry ~ 03/12/24

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