Deprived, suppressed, exhausted, wasted
Clinging for ounce of strength being mustered
With this journey I’d lovingly invested
Don’t pull me away, I’m just getting started.
My heart is out of shape and I’m out of place
Frustratingly beating myself, advancing my phase
Strategize, prepare, attack, withdraw, back to board game… the battle is intensed
I believe at the end of this ordeal, these will all make sense.
One day, I will look on my mirror with triumphant smile
My younger self will thank me, each effort had been worthwhile
Before I lay down and ultimately shut my eyes into final sleep
I knew I’ll leave a legacy, significant for my son to keep