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Life does not always work out as planned. There are certain situations and certain circumstances that are simply out of our control and we have to do our best to accept the fact that we are powerless. This is something in my life that I have always struggled to admit let alone try to understand. There is a dwelling desire         to always want to know and there is nothing in this world that has burdened me more. I have been through relationships both casual and                            significant              and most of them have one thing in common;    they came to an end at the extent of my               over-pushing hands. And even though both sides were to blame- I oftentimes found the scale of suffering to be tipped     in my favor. You see, I am tired of countless nights of questiong my self worth. I am exhausted and depleted of all my "excess positivity"     there comes a point in every humans life         where you realize                no one is worth                                 making you feel                                         insignificant. Still- it is hard to say goodbye. And it is even harder to begin again knowing you will have to do some of it                alone but there will be a day where your own company is not so bad. And I hope it comes for you just as much as I hope it comes for me; where every morning feels like a victory. -Andrew Durst.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
Victory
Life does not always work out as planned. There are certain situations and certain circumstances that are simply out of our control and we have to do our best to accept the fact that we are powerless. This is something in my life that I have always struggled to admit let alone try to understand. There is a dwelling desire         to always want to know and there is nothing in this world that has burdened me more. I have been through relationships both casual and                            significant              and most of them have one thing in common;    they came to an end at the extent of my               over-pushing hands. And even though both sides were to blame- I oftentimes found the scale of suffering to be tipped     in my favor. You see, I am tired of countless nights of questiong my self worth. I am exhausted and depleted of all my "excess positivity"     there comes a point in every humans life         where you realize                no one is worth                                 making you feel                                         insignificant. Still- it is hard to say goodbye. And it is even harder to begin again knowing you will have to do some of it                alone but there will be a day where your own company is not so bad. And I hope it comes for you just as much as I hope it comes for me; where every morning feels like a victory. -Andrew Durst.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
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