I am weak,
But I am strong.

I am silent,
But I can scream loud.

I am shattered
But I can rebuild

I am beaten
But I can fight back.

I am many things,
But don't underestimate me.

As I read your poetry
I wonder if it's true
Do the demons that help in rhyme
Really have a hold of you

And is the one you say you love
Not returning you the favor
In the poems that you pen
Is this all your life's behavior

Does your father really raise his fist
While your mother screams
As alcohol flows freely in your life
Or is it just poetry

Are you on the verge of suicide
And do you truly cut yourself
Do you feel that worthless in your life
Is what you write a cry for help

As I read your poetry
It often sets me off to wonder
Do you write about yourself
Or do you write about another

Courteous it is hard to
Be in a world full
Of spite, bitterness-
A compilation of
Creatures that
Breathe the fear's
That they give.
It's easier to die
Then to live,
Though vitality
Is what wakes me.
Makes me a cordial
Free-floating
Free-thinking
And a being that wants to learn
More with more time here on earth.
Soul-uplifting
Soul-survivor
Soul
Search.
Soul found.
Not stuck
Not jailed
Not in the ground.
For I've been found
By my god
For my god
Is always
Nonstop,
Like the wind
Coming in-
Side my head
As I can hear his
appellation like a bomb go
Off in the most beautiful manner
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