Falling
Sharing my emotions was never my way you see,
being strong and hiding them is how I comforted me.
Always being the shoulder to lean on for others
in their time of need,
made me feel good inside instantly.
When I am hurting and need to ease the pain,
I put pen to paper and my thoughts flow like rain.
I seem to wear my heart on my sleeve,
it somehow ends up being a huge pet peeve.
People look to you to correct the wrong
and make it right,
when sometimes you don’t even have the energy for your own
fight.
You find that strength from deep within
and help them out...family or friend.
One day I hope to learn to put myself first,
where I belong.
I pull myself in all directions to please them all,
but i’m falling and can’t catch my fall.
Copyright © Aschonta Turner | Year Posted 2023
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