Holding the weight of the world on her shoulders
To stare in the eyes of danger which is colder
Than the North Pole
That’s what many are told
But only she can conjure up enough energy
Bold.
She is
To take everyone’s problems
And have everyone’s back
And never see her break a sweat
Never has she cracked
It’s hard to adhere to others
When deep inside you are slowly being smothered
Scared of being discovered
For her true weakness.
She takes her pen and paper to proceed
To escape reality
When writing it feels like she is defying the laws of gravity
Scientifically speaking she is no Einstein but
She has the ability to know what is on someone’s mind
But she can not explain her own
Her powers have over grown.
People are her weakness,her kryptonite that allows her facial features to absorb the tears
in which her eyes produce
that will eventually take years away from her youth.
However, she can not allow that to be shown.
So she displays her feelings through poetry to make this weakness known.
© Bre’Ana S. Gates
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