Hero In Time

Slowly over taking me
Emotionally.
I try my best to fight.
I was told I was strong,
I believed-
Now I think it was a lie.
My weak strength isn't enough to brave these times
Where I feel I've given up.
'cause I've sighed a thousand sighs.
No one sees the scars in these eyes.
They're not looking hard enough because if they question,
The appearance proves them wrong.
The arched lips
That produce dents in cheeks.
The personality
That I've learned to mimic from.
The meek days back when I could have said,
I was content.
Like a persistent epidemic
It bites at my soul,
Yet something is my aloe,
Nibbling back just fat enough
for me to reject the evil that knocks at the door.
And though
Time brings no sympathy
I refuse to hold it responsible.
Cause time will rescue me.




By Nesha Rowe