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She Will Not Succumb

Not today anyway

By Colleen Millsteed Published 7 months ago 2 min read
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She grabs the bull by the horns and holds on tight,

Life will not beat her into submission,

Today is hers for the begging, despite the darkening storm,

Or the wind that whips around her in it’s deadly ambition.

**

The toes on her feet are frostbitten in agony,

Still she saunters along the sidewalk with her head held high,

Whistling a dixie of a tune from smiling lips,

As tears shower her cheeks although she attempts not to cry.

**

Sunshine has been missing from her days of late,

The pit of fear that lives deep inside working its charm,

She hightails it in a struggle of grace and pain,

Convincing it not to do her any more drastic harm.

**

The horizon lightens on the dawning of her sorrows,

Knowing it is this very day that her struggles succumb,

She’s sick and tired of the roller coaster of emotions,

Working on squashing her torment until she feels numb.

**

Her demons roar in protest at the infinite work she completes,

Feeling the devastation to their plans of destruction,

Wallowing in the shadows of anger and torment,

Clambering around every obstacle and obstruction.

**

She laughs at their antics knowing she’s stronger than they think,

They forget that she’s intimate to their thoughts and pain,

She’s lived with them for years and knows them well,

Believing they’re her very definition of insane.

**

She tiptoes the valleys of her future destination,

Muttering to herself in whispered tongue amid sage advice,

“You can beat me raw and bloody but then you need to take heed,

Because my ire will rise upon the sun setting and you’ll be responsible for the price,

The debt will be called forward with no choice to defer,

So made the decision wisely, I’d suggest you stop and think twice.”

**

With that she turns her back on the world and silently disappears,

Determined to mine the day of her greatest blessing,

Turning her pain into wisdom in a bank vault of anticipation,

Leaving behind her yesterdays, discarded as way too depressing.

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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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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran7 months ago

    Oooo, I love how she knows her demons so well because she's lived with them for so long! That's so awesomeeee!

  • Babs Iverson7 months ago

    Magnificently written!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️

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