Becoming Poem by susette varga

Becoming



You never know how hard i work
I back brake like a slave
Sends me to the earth exhausted
Like i stand before my grave
Test myself push beyond the edge
Of suffered conditions and freed
My mental worth from the hell's of
Conscience prisons

Supplied my own path to rise up
And take flight
Flew across hemispheres like shooting stars
Pass through the night
I'm king of my own fate decide how i tread my path
I will not be held down by fate of jealous people
Planning wrath i take note my game plans preset in
A huddle makes the smartest man standing here
Confused his minds a muddle

When the rain falls i see diverse reflections from
A puddle i prepare myself daily for the jungle
And the rumble i'm hard headed aggressive intent against peace
I'm about war on earth war within that does not begin to cease

Monday, January 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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