Struggle

A struggle it is

even if its against myself

and when I will think, I will break my heart

and when I have to look at what I feel,

I will lose my mind

there is so much time in this fight

that there is not much left in me                                                   

who conquers, I do not wish to discuss                                           

but inside it rips me apart,

in the open it’s bulging out

as surface tension

or the bulge

under which I bend,

a weight that I endure,

that I write away with many phrases.

what remains is some hope

that day after day

I stringently will divide.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

03/11/2014