So so

And so,
I clearly grow
I clearly strive,
And to provide
I clearly work,
And while I work
I clearly push unto the side
The nagging doubts,
The nagging thoughts of all those whom I can't abide,
And so I work,
But for what gain?
To ease the burden on my brain?
To quell my heavy altered heart,
But most of all,
To keep me sane.

poem by Maria Grace Kelly
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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