A Reason To Fight

Silence, perched on my shoulder like that of a parrot.

Though the silence she mocks me,

Speaking in the corrupt voices of those who doubt me.

Those that fought me and pushed me down;

Escape seems long gone.

These scars that mark my arms, pale and bleached.

Reminders that I survived everything they threw at me, convinces me I'm stronger then they thought.

There's times I crave to do it again, to drag that stainless steel blade upon my warm flesh.

I fight it,

I want to cry for help, for those that've left.

I fight all these feelings to try ending my life; Maybe they'll be better off with me gone?

No, I won't give up now. I'll prove them wrong

Though the word is black and white

I await to find the one to change my world and make the world explode with colors.

To want me to be happy, strong, and healthy.

Love is strong, but it makes you weak when it's broke.

As long as your not the rock thrower at your house of glass.

Your be fine, if you throw of the harsh stone; it'll be your suicide, your despair.

life is precious, and fragile.

Like the head of a newborn child, small, elegant, and full of surprises.

And as we raise that child; yeah they fall and get wounds.

Just like us, we're not robots we don't need to hide our feelings.

Don't suppress your feelings; don't hide your pain, for you are not weak.

You are strong, you are among the living; you are human.

Outside the cherry blossoms bloom, falling from the trees taken by the breath of nature.

Showing life isn't worthless, that there's a purpose.

A reason, to fight.

To take one more step, one more breath.

To stand again, and keep fighting until the very end.

For this is the purpose of life, to fight and fight to gain victory.

To prove them all wrong and show them your strong.

Reviews

[Jamieya B-Johnson]

The passion in this piece is amazingly portrayed. It captures the reader's attention from the beginning, I enjoyed this good read.