Almost Delicate

A Poem by Angel Charles

I could break. But I am stronger than that.

I am weak,
But strong enough for life,
I am invisible,
But I can see everything,
I am gone,
But still here enough to feel.

What do I feel?
Pain,
Tears,
Stabs,
And least of all,
Happiness.

If I were to be delicate,
Then I would not be able to survive life,
But here I am,
Proving them wrong,
Once and for all.

Live life,
Through all pain,
And joy,
Live it,
And survive the happiness.