A Stronger Me

The weight, Of a world of pain rests on my chest, Resting so restless on-top of me, Leaving me so tired and restlessly, And sometimes even getting the best of me ... But wait, Let me tell you the rest of what's best ... I am not weaker for I have been holding on Strongly, And I have never lost that strong part of me, But the truth is in the reality being so truly, What I tell truthfully, That the weight of the pain is not lighter with the endless relentless gain, Never slightly, And the strength from my pain with the gain in the same slain reign I maintain, So honestly, Of the world of pain to remain coming down on me like rain, Is not taken lightly ... I am not getting any weaker by getting stronger the way I hold on longer when the world of pain is consistently, Getting far more heavy, I am not growing weakly, I still grip my hands strongly, So in all honesty, While the heaviness gets heavier more hefty, I still have the same old hold that never sold by the cold with me just as bold, As what was always told ... Even when the reality was withheld how I hold what I always held with the whole world against me, I'll still get even eventually, You will see ... You could not save me, So, You cannot be saved from me ... Destiny Held Strongly Eternity

Poetry Written By:

PeoplesPoetryProject

PPP aka ~Troyce D. Reimer