I am afraid of this feeling.
I don’t want to cry.
I’m not the type to give up
and I don’t want to die.
I want to live on
as me and understand
who I am.
So I will aim to thrive
with my own power,
with my limited hand.
This is not pen and paper
It is soul and the deliverer.
I cry out my woes and
exalt in the strength.
For each grievance is something I will overcome.
Each tear is a sign that I have won.
Because I do not fear this weakness ,
I acknowledge it and
push on with courage,
with strength.
Because when everything is taken away from me.
When my friends are broken and I
am the only shoulder to lean on
I will cry. And I will move on.
Because my soul can write.
I can right my wrongs
I can deliver a message that the weakest
Can always be strong.