Only HumanA Poem by reece
When is it too much?
Is it when we break down into an uncontrollable mess? Or when our hearts are so heavy that they fall right through? Not even then. Humans are strong. We carry on. Through the fire Through the smoke We'll run, crawl, scream, and swing. Routine breaks us down Failed and shattered dreams are the finishing factor. We love, we hate. We fight, we break. We hurt to heal, but in the end we are only as good as our last act. © 2016 reece |
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