Emotional Stress - Poem by nyna bankard
Emotional torture and mind games galore.
Constant heavy stress; never less, always more.
Try to push forward but always stepping back.
Can't seem to break free from this rugged, little trap.
I know what I need to believe, to succeed.
God puts His strength and His faith into me.
I pray and give thanks and do some good deeds.
I live and I learn in order to proceed.
I keep looking up but I keep getting stuck.
I give all of me to the point I can't see
Through the lies and the games, living in shame.
Well my name will remain at the top of this game.
You might knock me down but I will prevail!
The harder you fight, the less I will fail!
All through my life; monkey see-monkey do.
I learn real fast, so watch what you do.
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