The Thing That Catches the Conscious of the King

by Stephanie   Jan 18, 2014

Not everyone can be strong,
If we could, knees couldn't bend,
To fall down when we are weak

A service to the meek

I used to think I wanted to be anything,
Anything but weak,
For to be weak makes you feel like less of a person,
And be more like a thing Of nothing

But now I realize weakness is a reason why knees bend, Hands clutch,
Heads ache,
Hearts break...

To be weak is to break down,
Only to realize that you need to build back up,
Not to prove anything to any thing,
But to prove you deserve that much,
You deserve that much more than what others have in store


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