Poetry | I’m Trying

Trying.

That’s all I ever do.

To please,

To live,

To survive,

To not cry.

Trying.

It makes my soul ache.

Who am I?

Whatever I decide that day.

Maybe the truth,

Maybe a lie.

Who are you to judge?

Can’t you see the thorn in your own eye?

Let he without sin cast the first stone.

That’s what I thought;

You know you are wrong.

But let me not trickle down because

What I think is we’re all doing the best we can.

Trying.

So tiresome,

Frustrating.

But you have to try before it’s too late.

Before you enter the Kingdom or the gate of Hades.

You have to decide.

Trying.

For love in all the wrong places.

Finding love in the right place,

But the wrong time.

For comfort,

No drug can cure,

No abuse can stop me from

Trying.

To make things right.

To make peace before sunlight.

Trying.

To get up every day with a smile on my face.

It’s HARD.

I’m in PAIN.

Emotionally,

Mentally,

Let me rot away.

I’m NO addict and have NEVER abused in my life.

Trying.

All you can see is nappy hair,

Wrinkled clothing,

A deathly stare.

Trying.

What you don’t know is

There’s more to me than what you THINK you see.

Your eyes will never meet because your self-absorption is way too deep;

Don’t get paralyzed by your own deceit.

It’s mental health,

It’s me

Trying.

Stop the JUDGMENT.

Stop the HATE.

Before trying turns into tried.

Just appreciate,

Empathize,

Again, there is so much more to me than what meets the eye.

I’m trying.

Every day.

The only thing I have is joy.

And I sure as HELL won’t let ANY OF YOU take that away.

TRYING.

@turningthepagebypaigeredwine

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