Through Triumph and Tribulation

An anger so deep and black
it bleeds love
that blinds all light
and force the eyes to open wide.

In this world there is no pretend
there are no maybes
only yes
and only no.

Through Triumphs I have come
so far it almost seems a blur
each battle fading to the next
a victory from one to another.

Remembering each moment
the pain seemed so real
but here it feels so meaningless
like an illusion so amazing it must be true.

All I can do is move forward
always a way to get better
perfection is not in this moment
but in the constant evolution of the self.

Through Tribulation I have come
bogged down by self doubt
always wondering if this is right
or whether it's all false pretexts.

Remembering each failure
the fall felt so hard
but here it seems so meaningless
like an illusion so amazing it must be true.

All I can do is move forward
always remember to get better
perfection isn't in inaction
but in the constant struggle to always get better.