Struggle To Break Free
Like a ball tossed around, it moved from side to side, back and forth looking for a balance.
As a tool in the hands, preferably the legs of a player, it's wheeled to whatever direction the player wishes, either through mud or dry grass.
Am i worth it, is my world void?
Can I make it, can I be like him or her?
Am I loved, can I trust? Can I really be great?
All this & more, it rolls about seeking for answers, believing that one day, in an hour, minute, second, it will be relieved of the great burden.
After being kicked, thrown, bounced, tossed, it finally crossed the threshold of suffering, agony, trauma, low self-esteem to the place it yearned for.
Yes! I'm special, talented, gorgeous, brilliant, fabulous, I can't be someone's counterfeit...
Wow! These words carry great inspiration
Thank you
I love this poem it's very good. Just working on arranging it properly
Okay
Yes You certainly can make it. Anything is possible with God in your corner.
Sure
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Nice one bro!
Thanks
Nice really inspired please place an upvote back to us
So inspiring
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Nice poem bro. keep it up. The more you share it the more you improve.
You are right!
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Thank You so much i appreciate
You blew my mind with this. Keep inspiring and motivating us.