THE STRUGGLE

THERE IS A HILL IN THE LAKE DISTRICT WHERE WE USED TO CAMP A LOT CALLED THE STRUGGLE. WE HAD NO DIFFICULTY IN CLIMBING IT OR ANY HIGH MOUNTAINS. NOWADAYS THINGS ARE MUCH DIFFERENT AND JUST DOING SIMPLE THINGS IS LIKE CLIMBING MOUNT EVEREST. I WROTE THIS POEM TO EXPRESS WHAT MY LIFE NOW IS

Morning comes, the struggle begins
No strength in my body to get out of bed
The pain of my circumstance each day stings

My muscles won’t work each movement brings
Such pain to this body whose legs are like lead
Morning comes, the struggle begins

In the bathroom I cannot see my things
I shout for help, “What’s that you said?”
The pain of my circumstance each day stings

I rest awhile on the linen bin
So many things going on in my head
Morning comes, the struggle begins

I lose my breath I wish I had wings
To fly from here find a new place instead
The pain of my circumstance each day stings

Is this what i’ve got for all my sins?
It seems every comfort in life has fled
Morning comes, the struggle begins
The pain of my circumstance each day stings

5 thoughts on “THE STRUGGLE

  1. My beautiful friend – thank you for sharing your heart and feel sad to hear about the pain. Please know you are HUGE inspiration to me and many, many of us here. We are praying for you – sending you golden light to surround you with the gentle presence of love, light and truth. i pray in someway, some how, this moment and the next is just a little easier, just a little simpler and just a little more beautiful. Please accept my love and hugs.

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  2. blindzanygirl

    Wow. Thankyou so very much. How kind. Your words have warmed me. Your prayers reach me. My moments are not always bad, but filled with joy too. I send you love and hugs back.

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  3. blindzanygirl

    Krishna, I see you have a bamboo flute. I too play a Native American Indian flute. I play it outdoors in an isolated place that is very beautiful. Those are mo moments of joy. I have three flutes and another one is on its way to me. I have them in different keys. I enjoy so many mystical moments out there in the open with my flutes. I was thinking of getting a bamboo one! Bless you krishna xx

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  4. lynnetteok

    I can relate so well to this poem. The struggle is definitely real. It takes a lot to keep fighting.
    Thank you for your honesty. That can be a big struggle as well. 🤗

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