Poetic Excuses

Leadership

   I love Storms, the strange smell of humidity is just amazing. I can feel the electricity flowing through the air as it sends the hairs on the back of my neck rising. I love how beautiful a night sky looks with white streaks dancing across the sky, lighting up the earth below. My favorite are Tornado Storms. I love the danger they consist of and the beautiful rain that pours down afterwards.
   Everyone says it is insane to love danger- to follow it every chance you get, even if there is a chance of death...
   My Father says that I am a leader and a True Leader enjoys chasing danger. He said all Leaders start off as the Runt but grow strong after facing all the torture. He told me I should show my friends what I can do when it comes to Leadership... but I just don't get the chance. Father expects me to just stand up and lead them like there are problems daily that need a Leader to do. I would if I could, but I just know they wouldn't see it. Bubba seems to be leading the group just fine, though there are a few leaks... but it isn't my place to correct him. To judge him. To question him. Everyone goes to him for answers- for help. They say I am not in a good condition to help others, that I am suicidal. That isn't true. If I care about you, I won't hesitate to talk about your problems. I'm not suicidal. I am fine, don't worry about me. Any pain I have can wait, I can suck it up and listen. I know how to hold in tears, to hide blood, and to ignore broken bones. I've done it before. My suffering can wait, I'm willing to listen. I'll cry for you, I will bleed for you. I will risk my life for you. Nothing can stop me. Bubba is a good leader, he would do the same, maybe even more. Maybe less. I don't know him too well. I don't know much, but I am willing to learn. I know how to break my bones and not cry, I know how to feel heartache and hide the tears, I know how to bleed and ignore the pain, I have done it many times before. Not even Bubba knows about it. So I can do all of it again, for you. I don't have a problem with it.
   Leadership means a lot. You have to withhold all of the secrets, the pain, the struggle. I know this because I was a Leader once. I held many promises, mended many wounds, and healed many hearts. Maybe you can give me a chance? I can be a Leader too...