Book Of Rhymes 2

I'm a man that can stand on his own two feet  
I'm a humble empath but I'm far from sweet  
I've accomplished feats that I didn't think I could  
Survived more storms than I thought I would  
Stood on my square; remaining firmly there  
Trials & tribulations have caused gray hair  
Life ain't fair nor a crystal stair for many  
Trying to evade negative energy  
Could lead symphonies of tiny violins  
Won't do it because the struggle never ends  
They're appended to this thing that we call life  
Only the strong survive; enduring life's strife  
Trying to get a slice of peace and solace  
That type of pie is only seen at a glance  
I'm advancing my growth one step at a time  
While scribing my journey in my book of rhymes  
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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