This poem

This poem? 

This poem strives to bring meaning 

Straining beyond the agony of words 

Stretching beyond the deep, dark abyss of time 

Where emptiness leeks 

And sorrow sucks your spirit dry 

Draining your blood like a leech 

Struggling to face life's task 

Force to wear a mask 

Clear my throat and move on 

Coughing up courage mixed with hope 

To go where faith demands 

And walk this road not made with human hands 

This poem has turned frail, tired eyes 

On years of sweat and tears and kept her peace 

Forever bearing a smile, that hides the pain that lies behind 

Silently sobbing out sorrows 

Like clothes beating against stone till white 

This poem has taken much, and will not be hushed 

This poem will speak! 

But at the edge of the heart wisdom is weak, are words enough? 

This poem is not about metaphors, similes and such 

This poem too deep! 

This poem has spent nights in hell 

Bears the scars of scourging fire and live to tell 

Where demons shadow swallow your peace 

Devouring your flesh, your sleep 

And fear pours thick and yellow 

Like pus from a septic sore 

Obscuring all beauty 

Yet forced to hold my head up high 

And walk with dignity 

A dignity that did not come easy 

But came through strain and age 

Much poverty, rejection and lamentation 

Too much to put upon this page 

I this poem say 

I've paid my bills of pain and sorrows 

And cashed my share of tear-filled tomorrows 

Forever gathering my life like scattered leaves 

Yes! I took all that life spurned 

And earned a peace that many yearn 

Many are dead, their dreams silenced 

At least I have a heart to grieve 

And why is it that human tenderness is usually late 

Like long, lost mails 

And when it comes at time so frail 

The fact is, Humans are as complicated as the truth 

This whole world is a market of doom 

And I have had too many gloom 

Seen too many setting suns and dark rough seas 

It's time, this time the sun will rise for me! 

Me, God's blessed, in regal dignity had fallen 

Broken bodied, a somewhat paralyzing deformity 

Joy it seems is fused in misery 

A cruel irony, something evil is always aiming at your smile 

But I will stand again 

I will run again 

Like a star that brightens dark skies 

I will shine again 

I like a broken bird will fly again 

And dance upon the walls of this world that tried to imprison me 

For I am free!