The enemy within, can be worst than any other. Sooner or later we will have to face ourselves. The sooner the better. This poem reflects my efforts.
Up to a certain point, the struggle wasn't completely joint. It was a divided afair, all of me wasn't there. Part of me was fighting hard, other didn't even know the fight start.
All of a sudden reality, set in with complete totality. The fight started when I was first born, it just took quite awhile for all to adorn. As the full pictured flashed scene, the important fraction was still green. In an effort to unit, full heart and soul was called to sight.
It became easier to defend, with my whole self as friend. My dark side was my real foe, the fool had to join or go. As I fought to tame, my evil side tried to game.
For along time it won out, until I dictated with power in clout. We both came to a conclusion, life divided would be an illusion. Neither one of us would win, until we both became friend.
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Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2004
That is interesting.
I read it several times, but did not really come up with a final conclusion. Are you talking about a disease or the need to survive?
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I read it several times, but did not really come up with a final conclusion. Are you talking about a disease or the need to survive?
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