To Battle Poem by Linda A

This weight on my brain is unforgiving
no matter my efforts or pleas
Something strange is in me living
with misfortune and unease
Reveling and feeding on my struggle
could be some strange disease
In the process of reducing me to rubble
it's like a curse marching on me
But I try to find pleasure as I tread on
I battled my way through the seven seas
And the pleasure I found in pain still felt wrong
But I refuse to go out on my knees