Only salvaging
My life now is
only salvaging
and no creation
Each day ends crushingly
with reminders of my failures
and I feel trapped
Like death is tumbling nearer
with no accomplishments
or legacies
for me to grab onto
And no possibilities to count on
except that of sinking lower
And realizing I am of even lesser quality
than I already knew I was
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serenajimenez10
As I read this poem I feel a lot of sympathy for you because I think on a level of pain I can relate to you. I've been there... Where I thought I was moving forward and it turns out I wasn't and if I was, it's too late now. Life sent me backwards and I've not only failed my family, but also myself.
Things will get better. Writing is one of a few releases I have and I hope you've found that writing this poem helped. If so, keep going :) I promise you that things will get better.
You are more than you can see and once you believe that, well... Everyone else will start to see the beauty in you.
Keep fighting, you'll be okay!
Serena