November 1, 2010
By Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."- Emily Dickinson

They marred me
Said there was no beauty
In fragility
They loaded a burden
On my frail shoulders
Told me I would strengthen
Under the weight of the boulders
Now I’m left
With two broken shoulders
I weep

They tell me crying
Is not the way of soldiers
They tell me
I will not make it
If I should forsake it
So I must carry
Twice the amount of boulders
On these broken shoulders

Weakening my weakness
In pursuit of strength
I die by the day
I use all my effort
Chasing my weakness away
Success is just a step ahead
But both feet have turned to lead
My only hope
Is to take the path
Of least resistance and pray
That success
Is only a detour away.

The finality of failure
Gnaws at my mind
But giving up the fight
Is the only solace I find
I know they’ll call me weak
When I fall behind

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