The light of struggling when struggle is all one knows
The toughness that is in the mold
the rough edges that create spikes
Jagged like the reefs of sea beds crushing colliding ships
Lifts of poetic quotations flee the mind
in the light of struggling
When Bomb rushed with self defeating what ifs
Over complicating the what is
And not letting in the light....
The light of the struggle
It being the part of you that has maintained against all odds and exist
Rounds of Ice hail, raining upon your soul more crushing then the thunder that follows the lightning
The sub zero
no below zero cold
Hearts that turn away
with no blanket no covers and surely no shirt from the backs.
Causes the minds insight to face the light
The bright burning ball of warmth
No one wants you to go into..
Yet the struggle
is there to be faced alone
To each thier own
And you ,
You may feel what kind of struggling brings light
When its like
at the end of the tunnel
And a bundle of jumbo size ordeals
make a struggle seem unreal no for real!
And struggling seens to resists
but the struggle insteads winks an eye and blows a kiss
The Light of Struggling