Struggle (Page 12)

A small woman, in a semi-transparent white dress, sits atop the round end of a red bubble wand, inside a soap bubble.

there is a me that no one sees
the one i long to be
to live a life devoid of fear
i’m dying to be free

i see a world when eyes are closed
in dreams that’s where i go
for there i truly am at peace
in a place that few may know

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Sun rays silhouette a man as he walks up a grassy hillside stairway toward a blue sky.

If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?

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The hidden underside of a large glacier is visible through the turquoise waters of Antarctica.

Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.

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