Tibrys

I feel the pull
Dragging me down
Pulling me under
Holding me beneath the
WAIT
Of dreams not yet realized.
No breathing-
No sighing-
Only gasping and grasping
For a tiny bit of life
A new hope.
Finding only
Soul rendering despair
Deep in the darkness
Of each passing night.
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At the same time
This comes to my mind
Im so hard on myself
I need to take a moment.
Sit back.
And marvel at my life
 At the grief that softened me
 At the heartache that wisened me
At the suffering that strengthened me

Because,
Despise everything
I'll still grow
I should be 
Proud of
this