Poems from ChelseaStone
If you had stayed away
I might have made it
Through all the twisting turns of adolescence
A little bruised and bloody,
But mostly...
I refuse to accept
"I can't."
Those two words are the same as
"I won't." and "I quit."
There are no quitters.
There is only
"I can." and "...
I could, but do not, break
I could bend under the pressure
I could give up and sit down, exhausted
I could sleep for days and refuse to...
Some days, I am ashen-
I drag my way around,
And I will not look you in the eye.
I have no energy to do the smallest things,
And I will...
Stones under my feet
It had always looked so big
I hold my own hand