With every day that goes by
I realise many more aspects I had allowed to die.
The feeling is shocking,
Sometimes unbearable.
The disappointment and sadness
are in a battle with my happiness.
On some days I strain
from emotions that cause a ripping pain.
I find myself looking for corners
so that I can be a hiding mourner.
The effects of that experience
feel like a death of a life.
But I will continue with strife.
Although there are constant battles
And unseen scars,
Happiness and peace of mind will win the war