My hands can't cook a good meal
Without someone else's help...
To share it with you.
My arms are not strong enough
To lift and hold heavy things...
To help you with your burdens.
My legs are not firm enough
To run a mile...
And catch up to you.
My feet are not sturdy enough
To keep standing...
And keep waiting for you.
My body's not resilient enough
To take blows...
To protect you.
My heart's not durable enough
To take more kicks...
To hold the pain.
My head's not strong enough
To think anymore...
And think about us.
These are my broken parts
But together...
Do I matter to you?
With my weak parts as a whole
Am I better?
Or am I worse?
Goodbye for now
I'm breaking now...
I'm fading away.
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Silent Heartaches
PoetryWhile under quarantine... under lock down... Thoughts begin to swarm your head and you begin wondering. I began poetry and wrote the thoughts in my head. In this way, I could express myself. This collection is comprised of pain and heartaches poetry...
