My Fortitude
The ceiling
Is looking appealing
As I’m lying on the floor
Wondering the reasoning
For what I was put here for
I’m feeling
That I’m done with dealing
With all the fake healing
Nothing is changing nor
Is it erasing
It’s like I’m in the Trojan war
I’ve invited the steed
Into my core
Without any clarity
Into the fortitude that I swore
Would never be torn
This poem is about:
Me