Standing Weak and falling Strong

It's the rot that eats at my soul

 Putrid is the smell of my failure

  Alone, i fall weak and stand strong.

The ugly is eating away at my being, 

All the pushing and shoving is too much

Break me down bit by bit 

There you will find the ugliness 

Shred my dignity and tell me 

I will always stand weak 

And there i shall fall strong

For you have brought me to my knees

The twist of my heart in your mind

I have broken down and shattered

Now rebuild me...

Reviews

[Jazique]

That is nice I like that saying that is very nice it will definitely be one of my motto's to say I am standing weak but, falling strong. What a well written strong poem that really speaks. Well as you have brought me to an applause.

[Dream Weaver]

Excellent perspective of
a wounded soul trying to
not to be co-dependant
and yet still is...