I understand the meaning of strife…
But only through the lens of this life…
For each individual’s soul’s strife is so unique…
For that reason alone I refuse to be your judge or jury…
Only a fellow human being….
Begging you…
Please…
We breathe, bleed, and believe so similarly…
Living individual soliloquies…
But often with audiences of none…
Or just one face…
Projects back pain…
Shut shattered in vain…
Wondering why & and who to blame…
Soul so boldly claims…
My First Middle last name…!
No you are more than what you say…
Or what you believe…
Unique and beautiful being…
Beaming with light…
Don’t give up the fight…
Set your sights on the bright days…
Past this cold dark night…
Easy for you to say…
Even easier to write…
So removed from my plights..
Some nights I close my eyes…
Hoping to never wake up again…
And end this life sentence…
I’ve been punished with…
Not while I stand here with you…
Even if you’ve lost all hope…
Even if you’ve locked all doors…
Just know I’ll be outside braving this “cold”…
And I will never let you go…
But I’m barely known…
Have that look of let down…
Seen before all too many times…
By my own two eyes…
But behind those cloudy tears…
I see someone so sincere…
Why don’t I fit in…?
Why must I be so different…
Am I just some symptom…
Of some diseased substance…
That should’ve never been….
This fight will never end…
Have to fight till the very end…
By your own decisions…
Until then I will listen…
Doesn’t have to end tonight…
Nor does something new need to start…
Know that you heart…
Beats for you…
And I’ll be here too…
Silent Scholar 