I, I c-can't..
Death is in the tongue,
And "I can't" is a curse that I refuse to put on myself.
I AM. I WILL. I CAN.
I CANNOT LET MYSELF DOWN.
Every now and then, the world takes a steel toe boot and kicks you right in the rib cage. Lately, I've taken a lot of those kicks one after the other, we've all been there. Those kicks can bruise you, knock the breath out of you, and at worst kill you, if you allow them to. Living isn't easy, but it damn sure isn't impossible. When life gets hard; you get tough. The higher the mountain the lovelier the field. Keep up hope, because a (wo)man with no hope is already dead, and a dead (wo)man can't sow what he reaps.
Hello, Hello Poetry, long time no see.