There is a heaving sigh of relief
When all is lost and nothing is found
When the will is set free and nothing awaits
When I am told and I do not do
There is a space and there is claustrophobia
When you are whispering that thought in my ear
While you say it with shouting
Frustration is what I am most fond of
Why so?
Because when we are down
We stay down
And that is the only time I can say
I lived through the shots
The bullets were avoided
It bruised my ego
But I was not hiding
More like, surviving.
We are mostly Anthrophomorphic
We are mostly Hedonistic
We want what feels proud
What feels right
But that is comfort
Nobody grows from comfort
I lecture myself
It is painful
It is the worst
And I know
I am going no where
It is the worst
But we live in these times and times are hard
There is only strength
To grit our teeth
And stay alive