INTRINSIC GRIEF
The sun rises, but the darkness lingers deep within me. I wonder what the meaning of life is, for the pain resurfaces after every letter of the day. The wind blows, but my heart feels only the storm. So tell me, dear God, am I so bad that I don't deserve what I should have? Day after day I fight, against racist discrimination and even more. Sometimes I think about giving up, but what's the point? I'm already far along, climbing this gaping abyss, searching for the light where only the fear of moving forward resides. How can one taste the good if the straws are already tainted by bad tastes and bitterness? So I drink, I drink to silence what is killing me, for the future is a gift that doesn't exist. But despite this doubt, bitterness, and sorrow, I don't stop biting into life with all my might.
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Jean Bernard Dessources
I have a 4 year old daughter . I use writing to bring out everything that hurts me . All my texts are part of what I'm going through:my loneliness doubts fears broken heart . Please read and encourage me by leaving your comments.
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