Some days I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It weighs a burden and worry on my being.
Other days, the world carries the weight of me.
Not because I am a burden, or a stress on it's back, but because I am vibrant, confident and ready to take on anything. And the world holds me high, displaying me like the solid diamond I am.
It carries me and my two hundred pounds and I stand proud ans strong.
I am unafraid. I shine through the fog of society like a lighthouse leading you home.
I may not be an Adonis, or any form of godly,
But the greatest heroes are those human, and broken. Those you can relate to.
And I am the hero of my own story. I am the hero of anyone who needs me.
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While We're Alive
PoetryDeath and Life surround us- they always have. And while we live day-by-day, there are times where we are conscious of our own mortality. We must remember to enjoy and love life while we are alive. Compilations poems dedicated to self loving, and the...
