My Descent by Kylejohnsonartist

Life leaves a strain upon my ever creased brow
Uncertain seeds exposing me their roots I can’t allow
Tendrils gripping hold of me their weight makes me bow
Strain to see my enemy is me I’m holding down
Pain no more back unbent
Climbing from my dissent
Leave the old reinvent
Breaking free of my torment
Caught between the seasons of my discontent
Unclear are the reasons I try to cirvent
Losing my cohesion not sure to what extent
My thoughts are so uneven I strangely feel content
Feel the sun upon my face
Lose myself in time and space
All my fears were misplaced
Withered doubt all erased
Now I’m free