the writer's black

Aug 2017


I will continue to press forward.
This is not easy.
But I can see the reward.
Sometimes at least.
And Sometimes it feels like I can barely stand on my feet.
Blow after blow.
I continue to go.
I continue you to grow.
Grow through what I go through.
Pressing forward and wanting to scream too.
I don’t know how to give up and lay it down.
I’m built strong.
But sometime’s I feel weak am I wrong?
Shaking it off and continue moving.
Giving up well that means you’re automatically losing.
At least I have a chance if I continue going.
But if I stop.
That leads to never knowing.

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