I run away
from how I feel.
It hurts too bad, to deal
with the pain.
When I don’t run, it pushes me
beyond the world that I know
It’s the only way that I really grow
Not getting what I want,
and then,
not trying to get something else
the pain helps.
People are beaten, because they don’t stick with the Pain
they hear a hard “No!”
feel a stiff blow
they quit.
Each time I quit, I am defeated
but no more
I’m not going to stop,
or slow down
I am going to gamble
on my momentary pleasure
even if I never feel good again.
What is your breaking point?
When do you give-up hope?
The dream is limitless, but are you?
In the concentration camps, of World War II,
each person was lost, when they smoked their last cigarette
their will, was blue vapors.
When your situation is unfair, and you can’t find a way out,
there is meaning, there
Go to the end,
even if it means,
you don’t have a friend
and you will be
stronger than stone
all alone
and nobody ever saw
smiling rocks
before.
Beautiful and empowering
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Hi loisfay! Thanks for reading, and for your lovely comments! It took me awhile to respond, because your comment wound-up in my spam for some reason.
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Coffee cheers.
There’s spam ! Thanks for the heads up, I’m new-ish to WP. Will be checking spam regularity as I familiarize myself with how things work.
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