Frayed edges, dulled senses
Anger so intense yet gagged
Frustration from every angle
yet I dare not express my feelings
Expression will lead to vilification
Am standing on the edge of society’s chasm of poverty
Sometimes icy cold hands of despair
want to cease my soul in its clutches
It is a constant battle not to succumb
to the bleakness of seemingly unending troubles
When it seems am bowing down to the crushing disappointment
from everything and everyone around me
I reach out for help
Many times I grasp the emptiness of human fallibility
and waves of disappointment and discouragement try to
swallow me up
So I’ve learnt to reach inside myself and find the hope I’ve
received
That is why I still lift my head
I walk about, I speak up and I reach out to help others
and am reminded that in spite of the challenges, I am still
valuable to my world
The waves may want to swallow me up, the storms may rage
Tongues of flaming fire may be stretching to reach me
but I will not be consumed, I know I will still emerge victorious
This is why I still lift my head
