One of the hardest things I have to do,
Is admit when I am finding it tough.
I would rather struggle ever onward,
When life gets harder, or when feeling rough.
If I stop, I may throw in the towel
Giving up not just the worst, but the best
Of me. I feel as though I am drowning,
I would slip under if I stop to rest.
And yet. No. I cannot go on like this.
The struggle I faced to find my voice,
The introspection, and the sleepless nights,
These are the things that have given me choice.
Who I am exactly, I do not know
With time, patience, and friendship I will grow.