Like a thorn in my side
The memories of those days are there to remind me
I still care, even when I choose to ignore
The pain trapped inside that cut me bare
I was pushed around by my mind, bullied
And knocked down many, many nights
But I survived; I nearly gave up on life
Many, many times, but I survived
Like a thorn in my side it just won’t release,
But I won’t quit because I survive I’m alive,
The sun rises on the pain and warms the soul
Gone cold at night, and I’m gonna be alright
Test my faith but I have my pride
So the thorn in my side is a burden
But I survive and I’m alive
I’m alive and I survived
And as I grow with time
The beating sun turns the thorn
Into my delicate rose blooming
A brand new life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A stong piece demonstrating such determination and will to survive. I enjoyed the abstract subject. You have demonstrated that the tormentor does not need to be known to demonstrate the pain. Best Regards Steve