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ONE WAY OUT?

ONE WAY OUT?

I divulge in the difference with you
Surely someone out there also cares about truth
Thus my voice must be just within every word shared
As compassionate creatures are born everywhere
My path as an empath bound me to bare
An anxious ability,
I was raised to be rare.
Can you feel every smile, every smirk and stare?
Invoking a choking breath of despair
Well I’ve been there, many a time
So what gets me through to the other side?
I simply sit all alone and rhyme.
Determined to beat depression from birth
Panic attacks left me without self-worth
I believe I was chosen to live on this earth
Because I found a strength throughout dire dearth
Years of struggle, stricken with strife
I know how it feels to survive death and life.
Still in thought I found a sound
That grounded my mind, my soul was bound
To find the ail in ill wills mess
I created a corner, a haven, my nest
And while I was there I have to confess
I found out how madness had served me best
Right there and then I truly felt blessed
Because I gained the knowledge to help all the rest.
A test to infest an able mind
I will delve and divulge with my other kind.
The way out is not merely something you’ll find
But a means to an ending that simply takes time.

 

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