Monday, 14 January 2013

Bitter pill

the turmoil of trials
the tribulations of treachery
what did you expect?
happiness in a box with a bow?
oh no,
look outside, can you see the sky?
its blue thats a guarantee, or is it?
when it rains no such colour is seen
though perhaps in your soul..
forget the world and its madness
no one promised you it would be devoid of sadness
they only promised coping mechanisms
weapons of survival,
strength and determination will conquer the greatest battles
the greatest battles live within -
so win them then if its you alone you're fighting...
hell, win the War
at the end if there're scars - you were brave
if you're alive, that's it.... that's all we were meant to do.... 
survive...

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