The Struggle Is Real

She struggles with her fears in the early hours of the morning,

Her mind tormenting her in the darkest hours of the night,

Sleep evades the exhaustion amidst the tossing and turning,

Her demons taunting her with the weight of their bite.

**

She smiles the daylight hours away with a jerk of her shoulders,

Her worries and stressors shrugged away like water off a duck’s back,

Her gracious attitude on display for the world to witness,

With no hint of the lack of sleep that keeps her off track.

**

She whispers her concern to the heavens when she needs to give voice,

Knowing it’s the only security she can truly trust,

No come-back of abuse will be thrown at her in temper,

Breaking her heart on discovering humanity’s mistrust.

**

She’s silent about the pain that crushes her chest with every breath,

Her insecurities and doubts cloud her mood consistently,

Not that she’ll ever let on to the world at large,

As she wrestles with her damaging thoughts persistently.

**

Her stomach is constantly tied in unsettling knots,

Saddened at the fact she’s forever alone,

She relies on her strength to muster her courage,

When the last of her confidence is overthrown.

**

She often questions why life has to be so difficult,

Why she’s had to struggle day on day, year on year,

Nothing comes easy; it’s always a fight to win,

Therefore, is it any wonder she deals with debilitating fear?

**

There are days when she wants to give up the fight,

But it’s not part of her make-up; she cannot accept defeat,

So the darkest hours continue to torment,

As she fights her demons on constant repeat.

**

There are times when she’s so exhausted she feels she’s close to the edge,

Balancing on a tightrope stretched dangerously taunt,

One slip and it’ll be game over if she was to let go,

A fact that is at the forefront of her mind, an unending haunt.

**

She searches through the hours for the definition of happiness,

Wondering if she’ll ever uncover that hidden fact,

She doubts it; only ever experiencing life in survival mode,

Forever paying the price that her days extract.

**

Still, she stands tall and lives through her struggles,

Grateful to be alive and part of each day,

Aware of her blessings, she’ll not take it for granted,

And she’ll paste on her smile and tell the world she’s okay.

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