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Sacred is my fear, holy is my thought. Death is salvation—at least for some of us all. I am definitely scared of the pain that comes, But I am even more scared of the frightening truth: Just how much I loathe the murky waters of my life. I can't help but think—I was a coward after all.

But how is it fair, in this world of so-called truth? The fated ones get it all, while I get none of it. And as if that weren’t enough, I bear the Ten of Swords— Undeniable, unfortunate, inescapable misery. And how might the world see it? For cowards like me, risking it all feels futile.

I’m so tired of this! Crying and howling, flailing. After all, I know that all I ever get is failing...#PoetryOfPain #innerstruggle #Existentialdread #TenOfSwords #LifeAndDeath #darkthoughts #EmotionalCatharsis #PoetryCommunity #TruthAndSuffering #MentalHealthAwareness

From Low to Rise

In the depths, I felt so small,
Drowning in darkness, ready to fall.
But a spark ignited deep inside,
A whisper of hope, my heart’s guide.

With each small step, I found my way,
Rising from shadows into the day.
Though scars remain, I stand tall and free,
A journey of strength, reclaiming me.
In the depths, I felt so small,
Drowning in darkness, ready to fall.
But a spark ignited deep inside,
A whisper of hope, my heart’s guide.

With each small step, I found my way,
Rising from shadows into the day.
Though scars remain, I stand tall and free,
A journey of strength, reclaiming me.

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The Coward’s Lament

This Is My Poem About Rising From The Darkness

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