Sweats have turned blood
My legs are weak
Temporary turning me *******
I can no longer move
Not a single step forward

My sorrow overwhelming, consuming
I've travelled alone, left alone
Hopelessly helpless in my journey
In this tunnel of depression
I'm condemned to suffer forever

But wait!
I see something
I can finally see
the end of the tunnel
from where I worthlessly lie
Greeting me with a shiny light
As bright as sun

Light, they say is hope, assurance, intrepidity,
life, end of darkness, new beginning...
Help is here!
The suffering is almost over
The curse of an unending loneliness
Is broken, perhaps

Find me strength
To drag myself once more
To endure the pain one last time, hopefully
Yes! Light!
It brightens per each pace I move

But what if it is a train approaching?
What if it's only a figment of my imagination?
Just like the last time - countless times
It makes things worse each time, quite deceptive
And yet, it feels, like them all

Never forget the root that fed you,

for no matter the height you attain

remember the earth beneath your feet..

No matter your height,

                       you forget what
    you grew from...


you'll easily fall and no one will hear it.

Your like, look at the bloke with no legs,
      I be like,  I can run faster than you mouth.

Yes I many be stumpy and do these shorts
      look big on me, but I'll never be shorter
than your short mindedness.

Running your gob like your mouth,
                                                   matches your shoesize.

Dam why would you even admit that..
  well I haven't got height but boy I have length

not like you...

Do you shop at baby gap for then tiny toes,

I'll always be higher than those belittling
                                                      ­                others.
for there short term gratitude.


My strength isn't vertical,
its that I can stand taller
              than all the misgivings that others
stigma me with.

Before they realise the truth,
that  is I can see a lot
             more truth than you can,
the taller they are the more noise

                               they make when they fall.

I was the nail in a coffin
                       of hardship.

But just because I was a nail
didn't disconnect me from
                the ideology of my use.

I held it together,
        for many this was to much,
brittle and frail they never dug
                                  down deep.

Where I held this all together,
          I wasn't about to let life
pull me out,.

I was a nail, holding my life together,
           a coffin of hardships that 'll
                                        bury one day..

but for now I'm in deep enough
                          to keep it together.

We are all paused,
            awaiting a reset
that never comes.

The reality of us is,
       we must continue
even though we feel static.

As time will never wait
only continue past our pain. .

But moments heal over
                       and we continue.

Scarred but we wear
             them proudly,  
so not to show we were weak
          but prevailed over our past.

We can all be better,

        for that one moment.

We can touch a
               heartbeat
              and show that even though


were at our lowest.

we can raise someone

                 higher just when they need it.

There are wolves at the door,
        but we will never let
them get there claws into you.

We are looking for the princes
  that'll treat you right..

And  we know you'll defend them,
          the princes when the time comes.

Your strong my daughter,
            raised that your stronger

than anything that'll get in your way.

            Your the meaning to our life.

But your free, and your stronger than
           any before you.

                                      Kick there arses..

Doubt is a cloud hanging
              over me.

And the rain is a reminder,
            that ill never dry off.


I just want to hold up high,
                        strength,

                                                  so it keeps
me dry of tears seeping though stitches.

But on this day, I'm ill prepared and
            the clouds drown me in droplets


of high felt emotion.


                   Raining down unimpeded.

When we are strongest
they try to chop us down
                    peice by piece.

                     Till were a stump,
that they can just stand atop.
But we will never be toppled.

We will always grow from
                     our lowest point.
And reach ourselves further
than we were before.

And if anyone were to try to
                                make us topple.
We'd poilitly let our heaviest branch
                      fall uopn them.

And watch them lie lower than
they ever tried to make us feel.
But we shall not gloat,
        we will just grow stronger
                   from there weakness.