When I was a boy, people told me it would be alright.
They told me life will fix itself out.
Well here I am, a young adult still so unsure of life.
I've fought and fought against the tide but it pushed me in deeper every time.
Can I escape it?
It pulls me back and forth like a bow on a violin.
Stretching me until there is no more use for me.
I won't let it pull me under.
I know who I am.
I am strong.
I am brave.
I don't let life hold me under the waves.
I fight back.
I hold my stead.
And when it's all over, I stand victorious.
The winds and waves end eventually.
I stay continuous forever.
Victorious over myself.
I am master over all.
The end is near, but I am ready.
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of pondering and pain. Have you ever had a friend betray you? Or a loved one die? Or been in love? This book is full of poems that go through the feelings in various situations. Cover created by the all-talented @bloom759
