Poetry & Self-Awareness

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I meditate and in stillness I am consumed

I find peace as I slowly kill my demons piece by piece

But still, there are so many, it’s a never-ending battle

But still, I fight, I won’t stop

They really don’t want me to reach the top

The pain, the traumas, the tears who slowly drown me until I can’t cry no more

The memories who haunt me until I can’t no more

And still, I fight, I won’t stop until I can’t no more

They creep up but I am no longer afraid

I’ve been prepping, I’ve been learning the same lessons

I got tired of the mental weapons, the aggression and the depression

I guess it’s safe to say that healing became an obsession

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