Drowning in a wave I created,
Pulling in those close to me.
The weight in my chest is plenty
and all who know me turn away.
My battles have the odds against me,
but the voices scream triumph.
My goals stand like giants in my way,
armored with steels of failure.

Those who believe grow weary,
some turn away hopelessly.
Yet I stand with a new purpose
and the wind guiding my soul.
For one I fight all my battles,
for a chance at love anew.

© J.L.D