I've always had this war
I've always lost hope
when it comes to brain and heart
I lose my blood and I get high
I can't feel or think
I only fight for someone to win
I always choose the easy way out
I always choose the safe
'Brain'.... you will never make me lose
but you will make me regret and stay late
but people say it goes away
well time didn't heal me
so I want a grantee that this won't happen like it did
but I have to lose something to win
so my heart you are my sacrifice
please let me win this time or let me lose with my head held high.
An emotional quandary filled with angst, fear and yet intrepidness....And very well expressed! Hope this is not an auto-bio write, but if so...stay with the fight...your words tell me that youcan & will win in the end, so long as you temper, balance and allow time itself to do some of its own healing....~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing Sara.