I...
...
I
I want to do better
I want to be better
I
I need to do better
I need to be better
But
Better feels hard though
Like walking
Walking through the dirt, the mire, the quicksand sludge
Fighting against demons, but not those powerful mythical beasts
The demons within
Clawing at me from the inside
Replaying and reminding me
of past mistakes and past missteps
Like an insurmountable mountainous task
Or an insurmountable mountain
Without a sherpa to help you reach the summit
Like...
....
Like working against the tidal waves as they hit you
Like...
...
Like walking through torrential rain and the strongest winds
Like...
...
Like going against the grain when your mind, body and soul want you to give in
Feeling every inch of your body trying to drag you into that dark place
Feeling every fibre of my being pulling me down
Pushing back is never easy
Especially when you are so used to making those mistakes
It becomes your reality
And better
Better...
...
Better is just a pipe dream
But
I...
...
I won't...
I won't give up
I won't give in
I can't give up
I can't give in
As
Harder worries me
But doesn't derail me
Harder stresses me
But doesn't detract me
Harder floors me
But doesn't immobilise me
Harder doesn't give up
But
Neither do I
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