Struggle (an acrostic emotional adventure)

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So many troubles were raining down on her

That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences

Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there

Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life

Giving up was always an option

Going under and never resurfacing again

Life would just go on for those around her

Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore

Clear (an acrostic poem)

Can’t you explain that one more time, but slower?

Look, I’m sorry, but I’m just not getting it.

Everything is just jumbled in my brainpan

And it is leaving me almost seasick as I navigate the morass

Really I got it the first time, but I just wanted to mess with you.

 

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