This poem was written by freelance contributor C. Madria Stevens
Battles uphill
I’m rolling down
Waiting, holding on
I throw in the towel
Invisible to all,
I finally care
Taking the reins,
I settle down
Seeing the help –
No one’s around
Jumping inside,
I’ll never drown
So many people –
All are clowns
Games and deceit
Clearly show me
To seek real life
Beyond their scenes
The rareness of truth
Preserves my youth
I’m not hiding
Behind their strikes
Ashamed of them
Who see no end
The storms help me to fly –
I’m walking out redefined
