pads protecting your sensitivities
rushing faster and faster
when you cant even get out a breath
pushing off your foot with every ounce of force
fighting the wind that once never held you back
your friends are up ahead
you bow your head
each time you step your foot off the board
and you can feel the wind putting up much more of a fight
as you slow down
you remember every moment you spent wondering your worth
your eyes flicker with every tear spilt
your former era of prime in whats been decades coming
your legs have carried you this far
youve seen yourself grow, others too
legends you idolized falling so far down
to what is nearly in reach for you
regular people turned god
who used to be so powerful and beyond capabilities
struggling now to be seen
trying with everything theyve got
all while their space evolves
that's Melee as shit.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
