Poetic Mondays: C’est la vie
I am at a loss for words: the confusion is setting in and my insecurities are growing and shrinking at the same time.
there is no balance anymore
no longer does it exist in my life.
I have no complaints because I know it will pass
I have always
and will always
carry on
It’s not a matter of happiness
It’s a matter of survival and passion.
It’s a matter of giving everything you have
to fight for what you want
I may face innumerable foes
but my biggest foe is myself
I am my Achilles heel.
I must defend against myself
and to make sure I don’t get Lost.
the maze is great and ever changing.
But the only way one could waver is if resolve is Lost.
one could stray from the path
but the lack of resolve keeps you away
Its hope…
not Just hope
It’s a lot more
but that’s where you start.
that one day it will get better
even if that day starts after the sheets on your deathbed have been cleaned.
It’s hope and an identity
a motive of sorts
something to stand for
a drive
I must keep going
I must march on
for both my life and everything I love depend on it.
by Rafael Armando