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Written on these walls
that constantly surround me
are words of pain and hurt
that never seem to leave
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Tiny steps taken forward
that sometimes feel like leaps
yet I'm so quickly halted,
quietened, I stare at my feet
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A mind that feels battered
like an exhausted, pathetic space
A heart distorted and wounded
and each time it's etched on my face
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I feel so sure at times
that the past will no longer invade
thinking each time I'll be prepared
for another battle that's there to face
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Still it feels like a cruel blow
that dulls and slows my senses
catching me off guard
before I can raise all defences
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Each time I am learning
how to heal my wounds that bleed
I have a choice, I realise
and return more swiftly to my feet
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I cannot let them hinder me
refuse to waste tears or time
through this life I'll just keep on walking
drawing on my strength that's deep inside
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
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Written on these walls
that constantly surround me
are words of pain and hurt
that never seem to leave
□
Tiny steps taken forward
that sometimes feel like leaps
yet I'm so quickly halted,
quietened, I stare at my feet
□
A mind that feels battered
like an exhausted, pathetic space
A heart distorted and wounded
and each time it's etched on my face
□
I feel so sure at times
that the past will no longer invade
thinking each time I'll be prepared
for another battle that's there to face
□
Still it feels like a cruel blow
that dulls and slows my senses
catching me off guard
before I can raise all defences
□
Each time I am learning
how to heal my wounds that bleed
I have a choice, I realise
and return more swiftly to my feet
□
I cannot let them hinder me
refuse to waste tears or time
through this life I'll just keep on walking
drawing on my strength that's deep inside
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I wrote this a while ago and it has made me realise how much better I am coping at dealing with the things life throws at me.
: )
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