I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder how many it bores.
I hear my mind
argue with my heart repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams,
and that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed
and walk the other way.
I touch base
with the fear in my heart;
it tears me apart
and makes me reluctant today.
I worry that the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand that nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy
but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses
before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me,
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
1 comment:
Interesting, I think this expresses a feeling a lot of us have sometimes.
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