A Troubled Past
Get me out of this whirlwind,
It’s starting to make me feel dizzy.
I try calling for help,
But the line is always busy.
I reach out for a hand to grab,
But it pulls back when I get near,
Teasing me and taunting me,
Filling me up with hate and fear.
I try to fight back,
But that doesn’t help me either.
I struggle a lot, I kick and scream,
But help to me is neither.
I close my eyes, begin to pray
And wish it all goes away,
But wishes don’t come true,
They are just thoughts when you don’t have a say.
Then at last I give up the fight,
Acceptance dawns on me.
I just go along with the flow,
Defeated, I fall on my knee.
The wind stops blowing,
Everything is quiet again.
I feel life return to normal,
I learn to start living, with the pain.
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