Going On

A knife is stabbed through my heart Yet the blood keeps pumping Why do you betray me? Why does my body not give up? Stop Starts Heart Drops The lungs continue to breathe In and out There's no physical pain I continue life mundane But my eyes tell all The suffering The watching Water from my eyes express it I touch them in wonder Only in private do I let them fall And still I answer the call All evidence gone of my weakness displayed Strong. I must be strong But it is also not wrong To let it out

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Timothy Hicks

Date: 11/3/2014 6:39:00 PM

Sorry you had to go through this, Caleah. I could really feel you in the last lines - strength isn't about NOT feeling, but instead about expressing that feeling despite the fear of ridicule - others will criticize either way. That, to me, is the sign of courage.

Caleah Buil
Date: 11/8/2014 8:41:00 PM

That is so true. I completely agree with you there, Timothy. Always love your insight!