The Way I Struggle

You don’t understand my struggles?

This comes as no surprise

I don’t get them either,

And I’m looking through my own eyes.

Little things can shake me,

Like a memory, a phrase, a glance,

Is all it takes to knock me

From my sure-footed stance.

Im not proud of how I struggle

I don’t delight in the ways I fall.

I’ve hurt some amazing people

At my own heart I am appalled.

So offer me your prayers.

Don’t look at me in disdain.

Remember that my mistakes,

Do not render my life feign.

Thank you for reading. This was a poem I wrote in 2015 on a post-it (pictured above).

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