I shall not succumb
To the sinister dark souls,
I shall emulate the others,
The perky and vivaciously do.
Lacerating my core, and
Prodding my upbeat essence,
Is Life, but shall not win,
My psyche will ensure.
Ripe, I feel, each day
For the merciless picking,
In dignity, I plod on,
Through the swamp of being.
Despite the assertion of "not succumbing", a dark undertone is present. A very moving capture of life's struggle.
ReplyDelete"Ripe . . . for the merciless picking" is a well-formed image. Good job!
ReplyDeletesometimes we feel this way other days are better.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery by the way,
ReplyDeleteyou've given me a powerful woman
ReplyDeletewho is also humble. luv this one.