Inner Battle


Please for once do not judge —
Have you never felt confused?
Tortured with an inner grudge,
Shattered, beaten and bruised?

Yes, I am that imperfect fool!
Clinging to my fragile world
Grabbing for any broken tool
My dreamboat sails, unfurled

In my fight against the storm
I am battered but breathing
Questioning the accepted norm,
When easy paths lie waiting.

Moving on with my open wound
Taking a fresh gulp of life
Ready to escape when marooned
Into the scary depths, I dive.
Laying my cards on the table
Although I realize, I will die.
My values are non-negotiable,
Will live with a head held high.

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