by Gavin M Roy

it's a feeling i can't explain
this mixture of pleasure and pain
agony and relief
rocks under my feet
another hurdle to cross
gain and it's inevitable loss
winning a battle not the war
and the war is what we're fighting for
turning the corner to bigger things
hanging on to fraying strings
moving forward on swinging vines
battling every second of time
a step forward while stepping back
another task for time i lack
so i am everyday moving on
to make these muscles strong


Posted on 09/20/2001
Copyright © 2022 Gavin M Roy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/18/03 at 04:46 PM

Struggling for a refined survival? Yes, thats whats the basic human instinct is. The WILL TO SURVIVAL. Pleasure, power and meaning being the by product of this Human urge. I think every one of us can simply identify with this poem. A real human problem from the day one.

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