The Struggle Is Real When

The struggle is real when,

Your inner-self is dreary with dark,

Crying out loud, half-ajar.

Trying hard to be heard,

But you lay hold of your dreads.

OH! Don’t slave that soul,

That must not lay hold.

You are your author

For you can set forth your life.

Let the bygones remain bygones,

For you can shape your future.

Forget the stares,

Let us remind them of dares.

I know you are worth it,

For one day you shall prove it!