The Struggle

By Peridot

Sat, 24 Oct 2015
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4 comments
 

my life done had some ups n downs
left me lonely on the couch
a true parent i aint been
drowning misery and sin
wanna come up cant git up
i give up i give a fuck
pay support and hope it help
so disappointed in myself
when i stop dreamin where i been
this is not the me i planned
dont nobody give a damn
i aint got good allstate hands
i am lady and the tramp
pressured between these pliers clamp
poor lost soul with tortured welps
aint nowhere to get some help
feel like im always fallin down
sippin lean n smokin loud
i run with me im my crowd
dont know shit bout solid ground
dont need the millions just enough
i grind it out tho it is rough
scrapin by broke as a joke
done gave up wishin faith and hope

Certificate 18
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

these poems seem linked in style and voice.  There is and honesty that is so touching here.  Struggle is a sign of strength, I believe.

Submitted by Peridot on

thank u. honesty is where i peacefully reconnected to the me i lost along the journey. the struggle has led me back to my strength, writing. after MANY years of therapy im finally transitioning. i had the coping ability all along, im utilizing it. the pain is subsiding.

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I agree with PS - "struggle is a sign of strength". 

You are not a victim - you are a survivor.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Peridot on

thank u!