Rise above this malice which surrounds.
Wading through it will otherwise cause you to drown.
What gifts does it hold but sinking?
None and that’s how I’m now thinking.
So I cut to save what matters.
Instead of embrace this toxic fathom.
Daring is better than going along.
Wound up will only do more harm.
So I now see it as pointless to me.
Is a distraction that has no momentum.
Holds me in place rather than allows me to increase.
And so if you push I’ll mentally walk away.
Tables have turned and this game is not yours.
These rules are mine now and you won’t be included.
Damn this struggle and all its tries to drain.
What is the reason to continue in pain?
None and so I shall disconnect.
I know this is not what you would expect.
Security to peace.
Release!
Breathe out and enjoy.
Life needs to be less struggle than joy.
Absent of grinding away.
Sometimes silence is what I should be.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 