By: A Survivor Not a Victim
March 23, 2016
Exhaustion, depression, anxiety, tribulation, indignation, and preoccupation is my current state.
For I cower at the thought that I don’t know how much more my soul can take.
Once strong, resilient, and vivacious.
Now, transformed into a defeated faux pas
How long will this semblance persist?
Every breath I take makes me not want to exist.
My body is distressed; it’s toilsome to move.
My mind is wearisome and incompetent, not seeming to improve.
I’m so tired from insufficient sleep that if I can’t attain a proper slumber, I fear what will ensue.
When will this cease, when will I ameliorate, when will I no longer be a woman that I hate?
A Survivor Not a Victim 