The Struggle Poem by Jennifer Batch

Tired, so tired. A lifetime of chains that bind, struggling to break free.
Freedom, so bittersweet when bondage is all you've ever known.
Still so afraid to take the leap and really live before life fades.
A touch of sunlight on the check stirs the life within.
Darkness all around bringing comfort of unsurpassed depth,
The injured soul cannot escape such a familiar scent.
Struggling to aspire, struggling against time. Tired, so tired.