Am I Strong Enough?
The dark chasm
the embattled sides of myself expands
like a creeping crevice on a chapped lip
in need of a soothing mint flavored balm.
We lose pieces of ourselves
gravity the only force moving us forward,
my shored up walls trembling
as random parts tumble past.
The crevasse swallows our best intentions,
leaving discolored indentations
where love once thrived.
Only the heart strong survive.
Am I strong enough?
Am I strong enough to climb this crevasse,
painstakingly collecting the discarded remnants of
as I slowly claw up these slippery, canted walls?
Am I strong enough to slam the chasm shut,
not choosing a side, but choosing to live
over a scarlet, jagged line,
a cragged mark upon our hearts?
Am I strong enough to dull the point of my words
to a nub of apathy?
Am I strong?
Is this enough?