Vulnerable Dauntless Poem by Jesking Amu

Growing up and making mistakes we can't re-fix.
Makes me begin to comprehend how the "suicider" had the suicidal thought.
Makes me begin to wonder how things can ever get better.
Makes me begin to ponder; "what if? " what if that step back there had never been taken?
What if the easy way out had been taken, it was not easy then, it seemed it was most necessary to had taken the easy, but not so easy, way out.
But when life puts us between what's right and what is necessary. Which box do we pick our solutions from…?
How do we justify our decisions to the world around us…?
Because we must bear in mind that nothing stays hidden over one's life-time under this scotching sun
We must bear in mind that the world will not pat us on the back and say; "you'll get it right next time, let's see you through this one"
Hmm! I write hoping that I'll end up with a solution to ma dilemma, but this time it's like everything coming to my mind is an out-poor of more and more of my bane.
More and more of my pain… I feel it from the hinges in my shoulders to the tips of my fingers… how is it that such skinny hands are made to hold down such huge loads…
My brain is over working right now, what I want is a solution, not more and more sentiments for the world to gift me with good wishes, which I always find out to be just better vails to their true wishes.
What does the chick do when the sly fox asks it to hide in its den from the hungry hawk?
What do we do now, now that there's no going back to changing our decisions and there's no possible way to survive within our means…
Well… I don't know… but know this I will pray… some believe prayer is for the weak… well, I never actually thought myself as hulk.
So I will pray… I can't say it is a straight door to a better world… it's a miracle I hope for, not a magic tick.
But I know prayer will give me hope, prayer will give me a reason to work to find a way out of any puzzle, because it sets my eyes off humanity, it sets my mind on the hope for a miracle.
And tell you what… only believe that I quit trying when you have my spiritless body before your eyes… until then… somebody tell problems and trouble that they're in for the fight of their immortal lives.
Cos since suicide isn't my thing… there's just one thing left to do, and that is to fight and fight and fight! Till I win, or I die, either way, my name will never be forgotten. Either way, I would have made effective impact.
JESKING WREMEDI AMU