Some days,
The anger seeps through
Every pore in my body,
Tears,
Sweat,
Snot,
Lessening with each drop shed.
Some days,
It builds up Inside of me
Fuelled by every thought,
Breath,
Heart beat,
Increasing in intensity.
Somedays,
I over come it,
Somedays,
it overwhelms me;
Everyday- I survive it
Randoms by a Random 
Inner strength and survival…love it
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Thank you very much! We all are survivors arent we?!
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We are.
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Nice Poem!
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Thank you very much Gracia. i appreciate it
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So powerful and so true…it felt so good to know that we all share the same delima: some days are good some days are bad but at the end of each day we choose to survive and that what matters most.
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We certainly do keep on fluctuating between the good days and the not so good days. Absolutely! Thank you for this amazing comment
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❤
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😘😘
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Yep. It’s a daily battle, well said.
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Thank you very much Jazzy. It sure is
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Such emotions are truly very powerful. Accept them and their powers will become a part of you.
Lovely poem.
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They ceratinly are! Thank you very much
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Take care Ameena
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Thank you ♥️. I appreciate it
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You are welcome Ameena
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pure raw and perfect.
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Thank you very much 😄
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I so concur but I love how the last time line holds hope.
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Thank you very much. As emily says “hope is a thing with feathers”
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This is a beautiful picture of how we hold in such pain and emotion. What a great way to narrate the depiction of pain but to leave encouragement knowing that we can survive.
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Thank you very much! We absolutely can survive it. We have survived and we will keep on surviving
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