the Words do not thrive
Spoken with derision
its the lack of ambition
no will, no way, no drive
Hope to inspire. I try.
All ideas have shriveled up, fallen away and died.
Washed up, gone away with the tide.
Wasting away, waiting here, biding my time.
Pray the words come back, A treasure I seek to find.
Been craving for the words to come to me.
Every thought and idea has been so elusive
We're afraid to live.
We're afraid to die.
We're afraid to try.
We're afraid of what happens if we don't try.
We're afraid to love.
We're afraid to commit.
We're afraid people think we're full of ****.
We're afraid of the truth.
We're afraid to lie.
We're afraid people will think we're weak if they see us cry.
We're afraid to feel.
We're afraid of fear.
But knowledge is power.
So now that you know what you fear,
what are you going to do about it right now? Right here?
A lot of men are quick to think that they're loved by everyone just because of one kind soul.
A lot of women are quick to think that they're hated by everyone just because of one sick heart.
Because I am a woman
My mind thinks faster
My hands are kinder
My breath comes more controlled
My temper is softer
My soul more forgiving
My resilience stronger
But you see me as weak
For no other reason
Then the fact I am all woman
Yet my boots are just as heavy
My uniform just as worn
My skills just as sharp
I run into the danger just as quickly as you do
And yet you get a smile and a nod
And I just get dismissed
Because I am a woman
As a female EMT I am often dismissed as weak the moment someone lays their eyes on. Before even a word is spoken they’ve deemed me useless because what woman belongs in a uniform? I spend everyday fighting the issue and every day I set someone straight.
Push and Pull.
Acting the fool.
Sick and tired.
Done with the bull...
Its time to be honest.
Haven't done that in the longest...
Its one of many, A failed promise.
We each had our role.
Both digging into that hole.
These things, chip away the mind and soul.
Gentleness sometimes gives way to resolve.
Kind words are a pleasure.
Given in truth an absolute treasure.
Although we don't always have it altogether.
Somehow we manage to storm the weather.
we each have our story and play dual roles. Everything is a matter of perspective. We are both antagonist and protagonist. That what i wanted to capture in this. Haven't completely cracked it but this is my best for now. Hope you enjoyed :)
Don't take much to shatter,
what's already bruised & battered.
Cant say "no offence intended"
Cause the content of the next sentence
you spew, you know wont flatter.
The intention is to hurt.
Grind your target into dirt.
Passed off as a joke
****, felt my self confidence just broke.
Putting in all that work
takes courage to believe in your self worth
only to have people on a mission
sharing all their criticism
non-constructive just destructive
making you question all decisions
till the mind can only think in tunnel vision
brings you to the point when your alone
all those affirmations become monotone
cant draw inspiration cause all feeling has turned to stone
Some take it to heart till all they long for is to turn into bone
-Sometimes its better to hold your words
learn to say things right
Get to know somebody before you hand out your advise
Sometimes the person you talk to might not be ready
to hear it
Focus on doing better
Always believe that you can
Be fierce with determination
Set your sights high
And weather the storm
Keep on the alert
Stay on the horn