Struggle Poems Novels & Stories

Our bodies were intertwined as we struggled to survive in a violent dance of conflict. Our bodies tangled as we struggled frantically. He was a big guy so fighting and struggling with him was not easy, it seemed to me like he wasn’t putting up enough resistance because he hadn’t made an effort to strike me and I knew that if he was able to get one strike in I was definitely a goner. My blood was racing with adrenaline, which gave me the motivation I needed. I resisted the darkness's attempt to engulf me by fighting with every ounce of strength and fiber in my body.

When the going gets tough, the tough is expected to get going It becomes more difficult in a world where you haven't found your footing How can you strive for greatness,when your identity is unknown How can you rally people to your cause, when we all have a fear for the unknown Amidst all situations, there's only so much that one can actually shoulder But please don't give up now, be brave my soldier The road they say is long and lonely, narrow and scary I don't mind if it tarries, cause what's at the end makes it worth it. Jane: Life is full of challenges. Economic difficulties, serious illnesses, family problems, and political unrest plague people on a daily basis. How a person faces each

' Irene was struggling when Edric dragged her outside without a word. It was dark in the alley, but Edric had been here too often and was already familiar with the path. Although Irene drank some wine, her mind was still clear. She didn't want to have anything to do with this man. So she fought desperately, grabbing and kicking. Her struggle caused Edric to bump into the walls several times.

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b

Chapter 74 Through The Mountains As the group ventures forth, their determined efforts are met with the relentless struggle against the unyielding current. The swirling depths and turbulent waters conspire to impede their progress, challenging their strength and resilience at every turn. They navigate through treacherous valleys, where jagged rock formations jut out like formidable obstacles, and imposing mountains rise majestically, casting shadows over their path. Each stroke they take is a battle against the powerful forces that threaten to sweep them away, demanding their unwavering commitment to press forward.

I fought against my restraints, straining every muscle, the sheer will to break free propelling me forward. Gomez, unfazed by my struggle, remained resolute. His grip on the rope tightened, and with a forceful tug, he dragged me away from the clearing, leaving behind the remnants of our fleeting passion. My protests filled the air, my cries for mercy mingling with the rustling leaves and distant sounds of nature. The world blurred around me as I fought against the relentless pull, my mind consumed with a singular purpose—to regain my freedom. Every fiber of my being rebelled against the injustice inflicted upon me, the betrayal etched deep into my soul.

I was trapped, ensnared in a twisted web of deceit and cruelty. Desperation clawed at my throat as tears welled in my eyes. I struggled against the unyielding restraints, but they held me in a vice-like grip, mocking my feeble attempts at liberation. The room seemed to close in around me, the walls closing ranks with my tormentor. Despite the overwhelming sense of helplessness, I refused to succumb to despair. My spirit remained defiant, my will to break free remained unbroken. I pulled at the chains with every ounce of strength left in me; each tug was a testament to my determination to regain my freedom.

No matter how hard I tried to mount in the mud of misery, no matter how I keep on standing whenever I tumbles down, everything seems to shatter so easily in the end. Is it so hard to aim for happiness in this world? God knows I tried to be brave and strong to keep on fighting the battles but no matter how hard I strive, I still keep on losing and ending up being broken. I was not mean and didn't have ill intentions toward anyone. I never aggravated nor stepped on someone else's shoes, so why is this all happening to me? It's so unfair and I was so damn tired. It's like I wanna give up and just let life whatever strike on me. Maybe I was really born unlucky or maybe this is all I could ever

Your swim, little fish; Keep swimming. Try to see every failure as an opportunity to improve. Every failure will make you stronger, not weaker. You will only bear the burden that you are able to bear - although I appreciate it at times but sometimes I feel that the load is beyond my ability, and of course the struggle knows no end, but there are times off; There are back rest areas where you can rest for a while, and enjoy the moment before you throw yourself back to face more obstacles. And this is life. This is its significance; It is a series of struggles and breaks. Whatever situation you find yourself in now, it will change, so where are you now are you in conflict? Or at rest? Is it ra

It would be fine if it was someone else but The woman was Lauren herself. Life” is such a wide umbrella; a word that covers many, many things, and everyone’s experience of it is different. So let’s narrow it down. Let’s look at some poems about life that crack open how life can feel when we’re struggling and things are hard…but also ones that put a balm on that wound. There’s a lot of shit going on right now. There always is, but it’s been particularly sharp and thorny lately, and sometimes we need someone to put that into the words we just don’t have in us. Words that make us feel heard and understood, that acknowledge our pain and how heavy life can feel. And sometimes we also need to get