Today my mom sent me this poem and I would like to share it with you. The crazy thing is many of the same thoughts I had then, I have now. So here it is.
The Fight
By Kristofer P. Beinder
1999
Everyday I FIGHT
I FIGHT in a way I hope you will never understand
Some days, I take a step or two or three forward, and it feels GREAT
Other days, I get BEATEN down like one of Mike Tyson’s opponents
But the difference is that I get up
I get up no matter how hard
I get up beat
I get up no matter how much it hurts and
Believe me it HURTS
Words cannot describe what
I have been through the last year
Many “tears and lots of fear”
Some days I sit in my bed and all it is “tears and fears”
I have to simply “shout and let it all out”
Support is all someone has for when they are down
A person who is down wants you there with them every moment
Because they are alone….they are alone
The notion that “everybody is ruling the world” but me hurts
And I must realize nothing lasts forever.
Some days, I take a step or two or three forward, and it feels GREAT
Other days, I get BEATEN down like one of Mike Tyson’s opponents
But the difference is that I get up
I get up no matter how hard
I get up beat
I get up no matter how much it hurts and
Believe me it HURTS
Words cannot describe what
I have been through the last year
Many “tears and lots of fear”
Some days I sit in my bed and all it is “tears and fears”
I have to simply “shout and let it all out”
Support is all someone has for when they are down
A person who is down wants you there with them every moment
Because they are alone….they are alone
The notion that “everybody is ruling the world” but me hurts
And I must realize nothing lasts forever.