#TheStruggle

#TheStruggle By Beleicia Bullock The fire is real as I walk into the mouth of the dragon, Its fiery breath scorching my flesh, charring it to ash. Here the struggle is real, The pain - seemingly overwhelming. And my Instagram announces: #TheStruggle. As I continue on my path, through the forest with no light, Just rocks, Just sounds, Just trouble lurking around the corner, I feel the trees, nature in itself closing and enclosing around me. Here, the struggle is authentic, And here my Facebook post proclaims: #TheStruggle I swim through the creek, just a shallow creek, Yet the water consumes me, It devours me, It surmounts me, It chokes me. I struggle to breathe, To take a gulp of sweet, syrupy air Sticky with the pap of life. But, here the struggle is oppressive, And here my Twitter chirps with the melody: #TheStruggle But now, now I refuse to be buried by the struggle, The fire, the dark, the water I refuse. I refuse to feel hopeless. To feel blind. To feel inadequate. To be deprived. I renounce the weapons formed against me. And I rebuke all things that hold me back. And no longer will me social status be #TheStruggle, But #StillHere.