No longer fearing death, I
truly, do, believe this is a bless
the likes of me are tired to dress
they walk around naked not
bothering to impress
Putting down armors & helmets
as pretending to be rocks isn't for
us to be meant, we leave the
wounds open for no one to mend
and take all the pain till the souls
would bend,
Yet,
we fall on the weak side!
We wish for them to know that
anguish is not a sin for us to hide
that taking pullovers instead of
risky drives doesn't peel us from
existence despite their persistence
that choosing tears instead of cries
is not a choice of "I surrender"
Yet,
they keep telling us to handle and
through all the pain to light a candle
but what if our bodies are withering
with every step that we're measuring
what if these calculated calculations
take over and we reach a point where
there is no starting over? Then No answer
for this question is to be given, for being
"weak" or "strong" is all about how your
will is driven
