Weight on shoulders, depress, oppress, suppress
Anxiety in laughter, wrapped around my throat – it won today. It successfully overwhelmed its vessel.
My knees hit the ground like an ultimatum
Lists overwhelming my mind, my ability
Failures singing like the birds in the trees, never silenced
Fear like shackles on my wrists and ankles
Anxiety fogging my mind, overwhelming my senses.
The debris and destruction surrounding me. It is a fact, I’m on the ground.
The smoke rising like protestations
Muscles straining like it’s a physical fight, I stand
One foot in front of the other
Sun peaks through the dust and smoke, I depend on you
For now, I fear, I fail, I fall, and falter. But every fight has a victor and victim.
I never liked the taste of being a victim.
My knees may shake, but I will always get back up.
I have too much depending on me to give up.
Tin man's Heart 