Tough Love
clutching at straws
struggling without cause
falling further behind
your actions you malign
slipping into despair
considering your life unfair
borne of self-destruction
feeding your own seduction
whirling into frustration
feeling deep desperation
no extended hand
sinking in quicksand
well, so what my dear friend
believe it or not, this is not the end
suck it up, buttercup
this is the part where you get up
you didn’t die; you weren’t maimed
no one but you is to blame
fight for your dignity, your self-esteem
join the humankind mainstream.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2020
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