Struggle For Survival


Sting

The grief sloshes inside
the way a few extra fingers
of whiskey do when I try
to drown my sorrows
in the fiery liquid

When the high evaporates
along with the alcohol
the despair once again
returns to high tide

I would let it all
pour out at your feet
But I hesitate to shatter your illusions
You, who are oblivious to the war
I wage every day just to exist

You, who have only seen the smiles,
and wonder how it’s all so easy for me
I can’t show you the stings
left by my struggle for survival

for the only thing I don’t wear
on my sleeve is my pain

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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