Strength or weakness, di H

H

Strength or weakness

Is it a strength or a weakness

To continue to live through this pain?

Is it fear or an iron will,

Pushing me to stay sane?

Is it stupidity or genius

In which I waste away?

Is it religion or coming to terms

As a reason for which I pray?

Is it strength or weakness

To stay alive while fading out?

Is it in strength or in weakness,

In which I cling to my quaking route?

(2015)

#Depression #Perseverance

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