A foe of my own
Stumbling and rolling whenever is known
The dustup that I'm trying to stop
But I couldn't just.
The pain within it kept regain
It detained and remain
Habituating like it is part of my being
Can this be enough?
Or is this just another bluff?
Trying and failing becomes a routine
And failing is what always succeeding.
There must be a way!
A way where I can genuinely say I'm free...
Free from the pain and hurts I'm creating
That I need not to bottle within.
Free from unhappiness that this causing
And I don't have to block when it's coming.
I know living up to this obliterates me
State the obvious? There is no excuse.
Change is the only riposte
Then life continues, in different views.