It is often difficult
to pick oneself up
after a tumble.
Especially when the gravity
of the world
matches the gravity
of the situation,
all you can do sometimes
is allow yourself to fall,
to your knees,
eyes skyward,
but nobody is promised
a God ****** thing in life
other than the fact that
deep down,
hidden
and ignored,
there is a power for survival.
A need to carry on,
if only to spit in the faces of fools
and the world
and say,
"You're ****** right I'm still here."
and no matter how shredded
how tattered
how worn our hearts become,
they still beat and burn and stand up against the world.
But,
We must never forget the ones
to whom the world got first.