Weak

You call me weak, you think me fragile, I think I'm too strong
held my world together, as all around, it crumbled
so much to be thankful for, fought for so long
internal pains, never knocked me down, merely, tripped, stumbled

Lived for so long, should have been long gone
heavy weight never dragged me down, kept my baggage close
damaged, sprained, but never broken
still able to find my role, defeat my lows

Stood before, alone, at deaths door
the handle in my hand, as I said no thanks
no, you don't get my soul, my whole, my core
not whilst there is still love in my bank

Can stand tall, where before, could barely crawl
took a journey, to hells retreat, back again, some could say
nothing to prove, to anyone at all, can stand proud, didn't fall
my heart doubled in size, grew inside, a little every day

Can fly higher than most will ever try
my body may be weaker, damaged, getting on a bit
but it has felt love and loss, the sweetest things and painful sighs
throughout my days, I've fought, I've swayed, wouldn't cut a moment of it

So much more to gain, in this time frame, Still a lot to learn
much to give, to share, to live and survive
feel the place in my heart where my passions burn
the fire ablaze, an inferno within, lights me on, to thrive

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.