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

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