Surviving Everyday Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

The Morning struggle to step out as the fear of living takes its icy grip

Help me please as I navigate this human jungle
Will today be my last? No crystal ball, no control of the future I cannot see.

Morning, noon and night the silhouettes of scary people descending with their haunting glow

Obstacles present, replicate, create travelling down the river of helplessness

Worrying thoughts, the anxiety rising, reaching out for the hands of caring

Angels in the fog trying to help me through, reminding me I am not alone, there are others trying to make it too.

Every second feels like an hour clinging on to a complex world by my fingernails

Mid-day the halfway point positive feelings grow, I made it this far

Picking myself up now tired, weary, battered looking above for divine intervention

People who care people and people who don't it's just the everyday pressure cooker of living

Each breath a reminder you are alive, each breath reminds you there is hope

As the day goes into night looking back at lessons learnt, the trials, the tribulations have made you stronger

Take solace in the survival of everyday and have faith you're on the path to happier
days.

Nighttime falls the comfort of knowing you're going to cross today's finishing line

Doubting my ability to survive if only i could believe in me and see the living footprints I leave behind.

So, in the next morning I'll stand in the mirror and say you have the power in surviving every day.