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Aug 2019
Rage consumes my soul like storms rising tide.
Angry waves constantly beating any hope of being…
God lost my blueprint to life it seems.
A thousand times I shout….
My lungs bleeds for me to stop…
A million times my fist hit the walls…
But still the rage continue to surge
I cling to the last thought that made me feel ….worthy….
Like an infant clinging to it’s mother in times of uncertainty…
As it endlessly battles the demonic darkness within me…
Clinging to life as I once did.
A ****** battle…..an internal struggle…
Do I just let go and let this raging monster within consume me?
I choose to fight!
Slowly a voice rises from the ashes of my charred soul….
Louder it grows…pounding away….
Drums of a battle on the brink of victory…
A piercing light rises within
As a phoenix rising from the ashes ....
reborn,
drenched with the possibility of a new tomorrow…
A smile slowly creeps across my lips…
Like a new life rising from the dirt.
It’s then that I realize....
I’m alive!!
Sometimes our worst enemy is the thoughts within ourselves. We at times are our own worst enemy. Just as we have darkness within, we also have light. It is for us to choose which we one to consume.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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