Fighter

We can all be a fighter

Engrossed in the theme of the song; tied down by heartache as the words penetrate and touch the soul. Lied to and shamed, battered and blamed; tired of the fight, as nothing seems right. Broken and torn, as the melody meets the harmonic tune; speaking directly to me, the words my story, lost and scarred. Triumphant, I intended, but weak I seemed; my life the image of perfection, however, nobody could see the tears. A liar I am, I should be mocked and shamed, I said everything was alright, fine I was, but with no contest, belief was made and I continued on with life, hiding every inch of pain. Forever maybe, I was told my life may be, ravaged by pain, guilt and sadness, with nothing to gain. A conquest was built, that I would tear down all failure; creating a world I was proud of, where I wouldn’t be put to shame; but little by little, myself torn away, as I swept myself away from happiness, love and joy. So, as I lay hear, listening to the sound of the song, the beat touching my heart, and the lyrics reaching my soul; doubt rushes over me, as I detest my ability to make a change, to reach a goal; for is my dream to large, to demanding to tall; will I ever make a difference at all?

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