My battle raged for months
And I kept my pain inside
It built, too strained, it built
All was gun powder and flint
When the fuse was lit
By a meaningless match
The enemy watched me flail
I struck, dear God, I struck
And I watched him fall as I had
Couldn't hold it all
Couldn't fight anymore
Couldn't take the stress
I tried, too long, I tried
And buckled beneath the weight
I crawled through the brambles
Felt for the stone of sanctuary
Others pulling me back to fight
I fought, too hard, I fought
But all I saw was home
Author notes
My recent burnout.
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Vivid paint...so much strength...then zapped...
rekindle energies...
revitalise..gentle rest
Spoke to me
Lib x x
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I like - particularly the lyrical feel to the third line of each stanza!
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your recent burnout? i really know how you feel, like i've been there;
"When the fuse was lit
By a meaningless match
The enemy watched me flail
I struck, dear God, I struck
And I watched him fall as I had"
and you've written about your experiecen really well - it's not whiny or pathetic, just honest.
thank you for entering.
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