While sitting here,
the shakes begin.
I try steadily,
to hold this pen.
Hands clenching fists,
getting harder to hold.
Stress weighing your mind,
is your future still bold?
Frustration awaits you,
as you fall from defeat.
A challenge to focus,
for attentions uneat.
Losing sanity slowly,
want to crawl from your skin.
Inside your wills breaking,
as patience wears thin.
Although to bear through,
so you don't fall apart.
Find strength from within,
for overcoming takes heart.
Though there's plenty to get,
from this life that were given.
It's a piece of your soul,
that's yet begun livin.
©rebamounce