Tried & Tired
I thought posted this a long time ago. just found it in my archive. Can one struggle against the waters and succeed? Can one swim against the tide without tiring out? My words fail me And the little things of joy I feel I lack the enthusiasm to share Some mechanism in me squashes it. I try to bring up my questions But they r absurd to the ears Tell me then, wouldn't it be wise to drown? Mistakes? Everyone has made them. But it is what we do with them that sets us apart Rahab till date is still to many, a prostitute And David, a murderer. No matter what I do right, I can't erase my mistakes. I can only make sure I don't repeat them. But some people's god given talent Is just to remind me of those things While the others are left to encourage. Right now, Like right now now, I wish I had the words to speak And the ears to hear me. I wish I could be so vulnerable and not have to be goddamn strong all the time. I wish everyone sees my foolish...