Firm have you stood alone,
with your two feet
on the ground--
Impacts you have braced,
Storms you have braved.
Your strength, amazing.
Your sturdiness, surprising.
But you were never
invincible.
From your front:
Little blows to your health.
From your back:
Little blows to your faith.
From your right:
Little blows to your judgement.
From your left:
Little blows to your sanity.
From within:
Little blows to your pride.
Little blows they were,
but they chipped in
at your strength,
rotting away
your conscience.
When you realise it,
your feet begin
to give away--
Slowly you sink,
deep and deeper
you fall,
until you hit
rock-bottom.
At which point
you ask yourself:
"Can I fall any further?"
Only you know the answer:
Unless you're strong enough,
you may let yourself
fall much further,
even deeper.
To where you can never
rise again--
To that point of no return.
HBY,
26 February 2019,
8.23pm.
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Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
