I stand with crippled legs, refusing to get crutches,
I walk with such a stride of emptiness, it’s infectious,
Sometimes you ache so much, you truly feel nothing,
But there are always people who make you see something,
Through the thick fog.
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Sometimes you have to spend so much time searching,
For water to put out the fire that’s been flaming and burning,
But wildfires are only natural,
The best things in life are the ones that are gradual.
I read a poem once saying through tough times “you only pass through,”
Because you are on a journey, on a map that you have drew,
If you travel enough, eventually you’ll find the future isn’t so far,
But you decide if you want to stay grounded or reach for the stars.
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It’s okay to cry and it’s okay to be a broken doll sometimes,
But you have to dry those tears and pick up glue to realize,
How you are not alone, you’re just hidden in the dark,
And you will find the light, and you will make your mark.
A girl once said to me “don’t let fear control your life,”
I said “No promises, but I guess that I will try.”
Living in a cave of dust of doubts and creeping out,
I still hear the lines of whispers scream and shout.
And then they stop.