Shackles of Solitude
In my humble abode,
I lay quietly
Earlier events replaying
Sad and horrific events.
I am weak
Helpless, I am
I'm dying inside
Only if I could be helped.
I feel no one is near
I feel I am left alone
Friends and families are gone
Poor, helpless soul.
A whisper, I hear
Tenderly calling
A ray of hope,
I see.
I seem to understand
Slowly but steadily
I must rise
All doubt be erased.
A helpless fighter,
I see myself
Struggling despite troubles
To win and shine.
A resolution being made
To conquer, to conquer
I'll make it to the finishing line
All fingers crossed.
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