the tide and the harlot

the aftermath 

moving forward towards cause

an inner battle

innumerable demons amidst ego

ever stepping

fowards towards atttrition

my sins

measured in dpeths of depression

lonliness and anger

i dont fear lonliness

i miss with a absolute passion

a cheerleader

holding my back

turning my ear to the future

now

i look to myself

to balance the scale

i can pick myself up

i can proceed through failure

its hard

i long for the bond

the strength i get through another

yet

everyday is a new horizon

i am strong

i test my resolve daily

labors i need to see myself through

success beckons

my ears not deaf

i heed the call

ill perceivere

learn to love myself

learn to accept

let go

i must

how can anoyone love you

if you cannot accept and lovev yourself

ill stand to greet the tide