supertaliadx

I am a fragile soul, The last straw in human form, The embodiment of the line between hope and despair. I am a patchwork garment, Held together with temporary stitching, Meant to last just one more day until I can be repaired.

I am a paper boat, carefully folded, Neat, clean lines, keeping me in shape, And yet I’m floating on an endless and stormy sea, Every day, slowly becoming damp, More and more fragile, And someday soon I will sink again.

I am stronger than I think, Yet weaker than I appear. I am duct tape and superglue, Sticky tape and blu-tack, Barely holding my form when I fall to the ground.

I want nothing more than to be loved, I deserve to be loved, don’t we all? Isn’t that all we’re chasing? Money and power, Knowledge and art, Aren’t these all just surrogates and substitutes For the love we so deeply yearn for?

And I love so deeply, So fully, so completely, I give and I give and I give But I always forget to keep a little for myself, And I always forget to take some from those around me.

I am a candle, burning brightly. My life is here and then it’ll be gone, But it’ll leave behind a pool of wax, The collective sum of all I’ve done, And maybe, just maybe, it’ll be enough. And maybe, just maybe, I will be enough.

I am a paper boat, drifting over the ocean, I am temporary, I am fragile, I am unique, I am a survivor, and I will endure.