I cannot let you take my life completely.
You've taken your shots, your attempts
I am still here
You've taken my hands,
even my pen
but you're not taking my words.
My stories.
You constantly make me move, tremor, shake, jerk and even shiver
You've taken my sleep, invaded my dreams.
You've taken part of my mind.
You've put together insanity, confusion and chaos of my mind
But no matter how broken the pieces still work
You're complex and dysfunctional and are trying to take over
I am still me, broken, dysfunctional, slower, but I am alive.
I still have my words.
My body hates me.
My mind knows it
My emotions are buried and sometimes numb.
My mind and body are cyclical
My soul lingers looking for energy
positivity
Trying to live one moment at a time,
one minute, one second,
You'd you wait for years?
Or have you been looming in the background all this time?
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