A collection of short pieces created by me about my life. They are styled in a similar format as spoken word poems. Some of the topics are a reference to my own experiences while some are a tribute to others who never got to tell their own. Possible...
Being the strong friend in a group is the greatest and the worst at the same time.
It is the greatest feeling in the word to be the one to pick everyone else up when their down and see then learn to stand on their own again, but it is horrible having to do the same to yourself.
Braced up against doorframes just to stand upright because no one believes you could ever fall.
If no one is around to see you fall or even hear you fall did you ever really fall.
I want to scream out in unfairness that is this friendship but I don't I just smile back at them and say give me a minute.
I would willingly give my own crutches so that they wouldn't fall down and at the same time hide my shattered and scarred legs.
My hands have picked up more arms then I could ever carry, my feet have stood upon uneven ground, and my heart has given enough love to fill a sea.
I am an empty vessel used only to channel everything anyone else needs.
My mind is screaming for someone else to help me, my heart jumping from my chest with hopes that someone will hear its uneven beating, my hands reaching for anyone to help me up off the ground, my legs tremble on this uneven ground.
I am shaking in a room full of people dancing and no one even notices.
I say I am broken and hurt; they will reply no you are strong and resilient.
I say I need help, please help me; they say you got this you don't need help.
They're right I don't need anyone's help, see I was created from this battleground that's why I can pick them up any uneven surface and hold them up with my own legs trembling.
I don't need them to hold me up and tell me it will be okay because I know it will be even if I have to make it okay by myself.
I have been born with thick armor wrapped around my body, impenetrable to all physical attacks.
I know I am strong and I know I don't need anyone to help me; I will get up eventually on these shattered and scarred legs trembling while holding on to doorframes until I am steady again.
I know these things but I don't want to have to do this by myself.
I need someone to see this to see my pain upon my face has the tears fall and then tell me it will be okay that they will carry me for just a bit.
That they will find some even ground for me to lay and rest.
I know I am the strong friend, I know this but I don't always want to be it.
So if you're reading this check on your strong friend.
Check on your strong friend we are not as unbreakable as you believe.
Don't let the mask we create fool you.
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