Struggle

A struggle it is

even if its against myself
and when I will think, I will break my heart
and when I have to look at what I feel,
I will lose my mind
there is so much time in this fight
that there is not much left in me

who conquers, I do not wish to discuss
but inside it rips me apart,
in the open it’s bulging out
as surface tension

or the bulge
under which I bend,
a weight that I endure,
that I write away with many phrases.

what remains is some hope
that day after day
I stringently will divide.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
03/11/2014