Weather I fall, am pushed, or forced down, it only effects me, it only hurts me, and it saves someone else who could have been in my place. And I'm strong enough for it...or at least thats what I'm constantly told.
So, I raise my chin, square my shoulders, and quickly brace myself for the next attack.
Is it enough I push on? Is it enough for me to break and plead for God to make it stop? Is it enough I've bled, enough I've lied, enough I've smiled when it was broken, laughed when it made my whole soul sear with pain?
No, I am asked more pushed for more, but I get nothing back, no peace of mind, and that, truely is all I want.
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