Tired
I must wrap my arms around myself,Just to hold the pieces together.
For if I release my grip in the slightest,
I will shatter.
We have convinced ourselves over the years,
That only sticks and stones truely matter.
But they are so much weaker than thoughts,
And words hold so much power.
A strong image is what I show.
Only those who know me see my pain.
It takes all my power not to collapes.
To not just simply fade away.
I am so tired of fighting.
And in all these years I've never given up.
But how many blows can one heart take,
Before it's had enough?
There is no rest to come.
The end of the tunnel is hidden from my sight.
So blindly I will stumble,
Forever seeking the light.
02/04/18
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