I still struggle
I'm gonna break.
I wake before the day gets light,
To chase the dreams that are in my sight.
I work and grind, I push and strive.
To rise above, to stay alive.
But as the day wears on and night draws near
I face a different kind of fear.
The tension creeps, the stress unfolds,
A heavy weight that's hard to hold.
My home, the place where peace should reside,
Feels more like a battlefield when I step inside.
Theres an instant rage, I can hear the roar
I just wanna relax, as i pass through the door.
I can't wait to unwind and calmly breathe
but this is the one task that I can't achieve.
I'm torn between my drive to succeed
And all the turmoil that my home life breeds.
But still I push, I strive and grind
for theres no mountain that I cant climb.
Ill always find the strength and a way to cope,
I"ll always rise above the struggles,
you'll never see me choke.
Mike Ronk Dec,2024
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