I wake up
Every morning
Wondering
What’s going to hurt today
I hope for peace
I will try to create
Always underestimating
My strength
Happiness hides-
And I run away
I wake up
Every morning
From nightmares
That are black
The bad
I will learn to cope with
Never underestimating
My opponent
Reality bites-
But I bite back
(c) Marc Noël 2016
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