My struggle. My endurance .my perseverance
in the face of all kinds of demons.
Some within. Some without.
Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.
as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning
so i assign Strength. Healing. Forgiveness.
no more shall i show you my Fears. Tears .
with unflattering honesty to only myself
you have lost the right to hear
voices in my head urged to tell you at my lowest
I did… Now with knowing …my showing weakness
makes you feel i can’t undertand yours …
this breaks my heart …
but dearest your don’t yet know me
I am a phamtom of broken dreams
who rises above after every fall
sheetal sharma 