My Struggle

I am not
A loon
I don’t jump
Over the moon

I am not a cripple
Who is lame
I can still walk
I don’t accept shame

I am not a maniac
My thoughts are sound
My mind is sharp
I have a mental wound

My faculties aren’t derelict
I obey the law
Underestimating me
Could be a fatal flaw

I am weak some days
My body has no gas
This season of infirmity
It, too, shall pass

I lack energy
I need pep
And vigor
In my step

My mind is sometimes
A raging maelstrom
To insanity
I shall not succumb

You may laugh at me
But that will not affect me
The joke is on you
I am spiritually free

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025