Poetry from a FreezerMonkey

　
      Had no clue what to put on here today, but apparently I have to put something... so I have been told lol. I'm trying to keep this somewhat regular (once or twice a week) so here goes. This is something I wrote a little bit ago. People that know me will be surprised that I can string a thought together, let alone create something close to poetry :) Let me know what you think.

Struggling
Hanging as if by a loose tether,
tossed about by a storm of memories.
Thrown about like someone’s garbage,
into the truck I go.
Crushed down deep into myself,
fighting for every breath.
Pushing through the shit,
finally I break through.
Struggle is growth.

     I don't know anything about poetry or creativity of any kind but I do know that sometimes when you are at your most angry or lonely or whatever you can come up with some gold even when you feel like all life is giving you is crap. But every bit of growth in this condition we call human is created by some kind of struggle. Whether it is getting in shape or growing a child, it is some form of struggle and growth. So remember when it gets bad to keep struggling and you just may break through whatever it is. And if you don't at least you never gave up...and that may be the point of it all.
     As always, these are just musings, mutterings, and mental meanderings of a FreezerMonkey and should be treated as such.