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Bend
What a fight it has become,
each day, to see through the pain.
Things beyond control, bend me, and try to break me.
Though i feel myself so fragile. tender benteath a caloused smile..
I just keep bending, under the weight of the tragedy that makes its home in my life. though it is never caused by me... I still fight, most would bend and bend surely they would break.
But i was made with strength, forged in the blazing coals of my own will. my very own horrible mistakes, the demons that I have faced, one by one till the fear began to fade. now it seems only others force me to a fate that makes the past glare back through the shaded haze. Ghosts of fears that never made me break.
I still bend each day to the pain, the silence, the rage.
most would break...
but i was not made to break
