Stoically Brilliant
All alone and yet not, where heretofore is the thought
That although I will give and give and give, the ones I give to will just take and live
A life, their beautiful life, apart…forget the relic of a hope
A hope crying tears never yet cried
Solace in thought filled fancy, discarded for truth of life
Alive and yet not, hope for many, none for myself
A rock, a best friend, one who has been through the shit
Come out the other side, majestically scarred, a private joke, a tepid praise
No understanding, thus discarded or put on pedestal to not be touched
Lie to oneself? Lessen the brilliance of being?
Self says nay, though survival says yea. I am scarred…I was broken…
I am brilliant! I am alive! I am worthy of love!
Hitchhiker 