Prose/Poetry
Walking down this road, will it ever end?
Positivity & happiness doesn't help,
will this madness ever end?
How much more can I take?
I'm pushing forward to the end, but it doesn't feel that I'm doing enough.
I'm trying to make it for everyone, but will they even care if I make at this point?
This road is bumpy, but I won't let it break me.
I won't give up on this fight, gotta stay strong
Can't let everyone down, but how much fight do I have in me left?
I see the end, one more push! I
know I can make it
I gotta make it, I will make it.
Nothing can stand in my way, all this doubt isn't me!
Shake off all this negativity & fear
I made it, but there's still so much to go still
What street? What is the speaker in the poem seeing? Where are we? Is it a real road or a metaphor?
ReplyDeleteI'm using the street as a metaphor for like the "road of success" or the "road of failure" it's me basically battling the pressures or fear of letting my family down. & i'm pushing myself to be not give up & be great.
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