Martyr

If i could sum up any thing it probably wouldn't be my life. If you honestly want to have a first look at me, then just talk to me. This space is about my life so here goes, to sum it up I'll put it in a poem.


The air about me swirls with light, but deep inside i feel some sort of blight.
My mind expands to see it all, yet my heart seems locked and far away.
My eyes will watch, as my fingers grasp, to pull, and push, to make it though.
My shoulders bear this weight, but make no complaint, as my heart sinks lower in my chest.
My back knows the feeling, the sting, of sweat in every pore of my broken flesh.
But still i sing, and dance with joy, for i know that i am not alone, in this world of dust and ash.
If one man can make it, then i can too.