A top the broken home,
I stand defiant,
Though the facade will fade,
On my shoulders sit,
Anvils and,
Boulders and,
Burdens and,
Buildings,
And I struggle,
Wheeze and buckle,
My knees cracked,
My spine wracked,
with pain and weight,
I stand,
Or rather I sink,
My feet dig into the dirt,
My arms shake with effort,
My chest burns,
Like a wildfire,
But I hold it all,
I must,
I have to,
If not me,
Then who?
I am the big sister now,
I have to protect my family,
I must carry the weight of the sky,
Even if I can't.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...