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A Daily Struggle

The mightiest of fights

By Colleen Millsteed Published 9 months ago 2 min read
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She starts the day sinking into her turmoil,

The sunlight fails to chase the shadows in her chest away,

She gulps in fresh air, pushing the pain downwards,

Determined today is going to be a better day.

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She calls upon her strength, her wise wolf of tomorrow,

Asking that he howl her fears into the ether,

Tears saturate the bodice of her dressing gown,

And the sky continues to fall beneath her.

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She raises her head in a weary effort of positivity,

As the swallows land upon her crown,

Chittering into her ear, reminding her of her preciousness,

Attempting to turn her frown upside down.

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She soon smiles at their antics,

An uplift of mood rises within her belly,

Her child joins the cheer, smiling at her in adoration,

Turning her heartbeat to rhythmic jelly.

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Soon she is once again smiling,

Beating back the daily blues,

Swaggering her way through upsets and melancholy,

In which the love of her people soothes.

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She laughs in the face of adversity,

Swallowing the doldrums when addressed,

Hyped into the warmth of love,

Understanding she’s truly blessed.

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She sings the tune of the lonely,

Chasing the formula of a painful existence,

Why, you may ask?

Because she’s wishing to kill off its horrid resistance.

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Her world needs to be of sunshine and roses,

The shadows thwart her wishes and dreams,

Darkness is a stark reminder,

Life is far more hazardous than it seems.

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Decades of cascading emotions take their toll,

Lining the worry upon her once smooth face,

Shirking it’s responsibilities, fighting with karma,

And she’s desperately trying to put it in its place.

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It’s a daily work in progress,

A fight she’s not sure she’ll ever fully win,

But fight she must to ensure her sanity,

As the veil of madness is wearing thin.

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Watch her strength win over the agony,

If only for a minute or two at a time,

She’s chasing the solutions in a hard won race,

But trust me, she’ll eventually be fine.

Please click the link below my name to read more of my work. I would also like to thank you for taking the time to read this today and for all your support.

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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Comments (8)

  • Diane Mary Markey9 months ago

    Colleen, another poem of love. Especially. "Her child joins the cheer, smiling at her in adoration," Thank you.

  • Jay Kantor9 months ago

    Hi-'C' ~ I've missed you ~ You always make for a "Better Day" 'j'

  • Adam 9 months ago

    so powerful!

  • It's definitely a daily work in progress. But it'll be worth it. Loved your poem!

  • The battle angel finds joy in those she loves, yet still believes she must fight the battle against the darkness alone?

  • Babs Iverson9 months ago

    Spectacularly written!!! The last lines are so inspirational and motivational!!!❤️❤️💕

  • Alex H Mittelman 9 months ago

    Beautifully written💙❤️♥️ glad you’ll be ok 🤎🧡💚 very much enjoyed 🩷💜♥️

  • Poppy 9 months ago

    This is so powerful!

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