The Glorious Struggle

There was a time that everyday was a struggle
climbing out of bed was too much trouble

the days were dark
nights had no spark

left alone in my head
was a daily chore I surely dread

no one knew my pain
it drove me insane
drained my membrane

until the day I said I had enough
until the day I stood tall and chose to be tough
until the day I chose me
until the day I chose to see

I chose to see a new day
I chose to find a new way
I closed the door to a life of grief
and it's been nothing but a relief

I can breathe one day at time
knowing life’s about to happen
here in my prime

moral of the story
never let anyone
steal your glory