The Inner Battle Poem by Shenequa Sylvan

I’ve reached the point where I’m ready to give up
But I constantly remind myself to keep trying
Keep living,
Keep moving on,
Keep on going
That some how, somewhere, some time things are going to get easier
But then the question is:
How, where and when are things going to get easier

I’m tired of waiting, tired of trying, an just about ready to give up! !
Imagine a life without a haven! That little place to call your own where u can be yourself and no one else.
No confident. No one to share all your feelings with
Nothing to rely on after a hard day or week, or month or year
Yes you have real friendships, or do u! !
I’ll do almost anything for the chosen few of my friends
But will they in time return the favor

They can trust me with anything
But I don’t feel welcome to do the same


Who do I talk to who do I confide in
Who do I tell my deepest darkest secrets
Who do I let into the safe that I placed my heart into after it was trampled on, broken into a million pieces, beaten and just left there as though it was worth nothing, as though it didn’t belong to any one?
Who do I let into my heart after this? ?

I‘ve reached the point where I’m ready to give up
Where I question is it really worth it anymore
Where I constantly have to remind myself to
Keep trying
Keep living,
Keep moving on,
Keep on going
That some how, somewhere, some time things are going to get easier
But then the question is:
How, where and when are things going to get easier

Will they ever get easier?
Or will I constantly have to wonder?
This is my inner battle
That I have to fight
All on my lonesome
With out a confident
This is what I live with!