A Struggle Of Sanity

Poetry | Life

I miss the hits and the kicks of fights,
a childhood that was rough, but still I felt alive

As I grew older, it felt as I was dead
the body seemed to break, and slowly decay

Functions, mind, muscles got spasms
working, walking, writing became tiring

Talking to a therapist, couldn’t cut it
taking medications wouldn’t supplement it

People closer slowly went far
I reached out, but no one was there

I looked in myself, as I saw the child whine
it dawned on me, perhaps its how it's designed

Life looks grim, whenever the symptoms trigger
my body tingles and hurts with a shocking sensation

Anxiety and depression are the least of my worries
when I have a whole system on the verge of collapsing

Perhaps it is intact because of my will to survive
oh how much I have changed, from youthful kid to an old guy

I do keep in mind, as I am still young at heart, never to let it slow me
or the senses so I thought, writing my experience away in a format

Someone will relate, though I hardly doubt it said the self to the mind
my heart means well and asks to continue as I write it all down for the reader’s overview

Thank you for reading.

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