Standing, even when it hurts

to be on her own two feet.

flaming coals

burn from her toes

to the ends of her soul

She stands on the ledge

and cries for the things

she has worked for.

sweat and tears

are supposed to form

an ocean of opportunity.

Instead, they were wasted

and left her dehydrated

Her arms reach out beside her

She prays for someone to guide her

and realizes her words are in vain

lost in the space around her

lingering like a bad hangover.

Sadness sits heavy on her chest

she wonders, was this even worth it?

She looks down at the world below;

there's no such thing as "making it"

anymore.

The sounds of traffic yell out her name

asking her body and blood to come down

and let the earth swallow her remains.

Accepting the cold cement to be her grave

She looks up at the clouds in the sky

and wishes she could live on one, let it

embrace her and her fears.

she takes a breath

and jumps.

I love myself

And all my flaws

I would never let

someone Drag me down

to the floor.

This is my heart,

My world, my love

To control.

Poetry is my life

And I'm write ever part

Of my soul. From the Good

to the bad I'm put

100% Cause this

Is my passion.

So let my story

Begin.

As the sky changes colors the heart tells new stories, beautiful poems because inspiration to those who read them. A bad listen because your uprising, greatness turns into a blessing. To fall is to stand back up, to fight is to win, like war is to conquer.

By.blazethepoet. instagram @blazethepoet

Did I lock the front door

Is the A/C set to the right temperature

My lips are so chapped but I don't feel

like getting up for my chapstick

Calm down mind - I need sleep

I wonder how many times

I will toss and turn until my brain shuts off

Oh that was a good thought for a poem

hope I remember it in the morning