We tried to be strong while the other one broke down hoping we could absorb their pain from far away...if only I could transport my body to them so they are able to steal the last bit of energy I hold solely for them. Weakness held back as tears streamed down faces. I have to be strong for you, not for myself, for I do not know how to be strong for myself. So for my sake, let me be strong for you. For I will fall if I have nothing to hold up. So lean on me, let me feel the pressure to notify my mind that my body is still kicking.
XOXO
BlackLine Magazine's Poetry Slam 2011
15 years ago
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