Here I stand

what i am

and who i am

is weak

 

I wont fight hard

for myself

for you

yet I couldn't imagine you

wanting this

 

I know you

better than you think

I do

and the sacrifices you

Mad e

are not disregarded

contrarily

it makes me wonder

why you don't

let me help

 

Appreciation

is not blatant

but existant still

if you erase the lines

you'd see the picture

and

not the cracks in the pavement

 

My sacrifice

I have embodied

there is no blood

just

words

emotions

and pieces.

 

I will walk to you

to bring you back

but I can't force you to take my hand

or imagine the road traveled

but I want

you to know

that I see you

and I am right

here.