I am

I am changed.

Molded by coincidence,

And motivated by pain.

Living a life plagued with disease,

Struggle and pain tempts to bring me to my knees.


I am perseverant 

For through my pain,

I come out stronger with a clearer aim.

I strive to be better for that is what

Keeps me ticking through life’s ticking clock.


I am defined by my hope,

My hope which grows wings. 

It flies past my worries, to focus on the little things.

Like a bird lost at sea, 

I search to find love and a place to be me.


I am lost in a melody, 

It’s such a beautiful song.

While the chords of life are humming along,

I am searching to find harmony

With my internal song.


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