Thoughts in Bold Ink

For Every Piece of Me

Giving up; it just sounds so easy

I’m tired of failing and falling

Even when I try to fly

I work too hard to fail

I sweat too much for it to be in vain

I’m tired of hoping; of getting back up…for what?

To invest in failure?  ‘Cause that’s how it seems

Every day, I find myself in the arms of disappointment

As pieces of my sense of self-worth is chipped off

And my heart goes limp; my body defenseless

Against the current that wears down the pillars of hope

And it seems as though the only way out

Is to submit to defeat and simply give up

Lights out; no, lights dim

Because, despite the giants of discouragement that hold me captive

My spirit refuses to die: it still wants to fight

For every ounce of me lost in the sea of doubt

For every moment that I fell down and considered staying there

For every wrecking ball that threatened my future

For every tear that I had not the strength to wipe away

For every piece of me

For every time that I thought that I lost the war

For the right to keep fighting, ‘cause I’m not only fighting for me

No one ever fights for just themselves, ‘cause people need a hero

And sometimes that hero has to be me.