Fandom: Original Poetry
Summary: Life does not come naturally to everyone.
Author's Notes: A loose interpretation of the writerverse prompt of, " Watch Me Slowly Suicide"
This is me, trying again
until the words are lost
and my tie droops in obvious failure.
I plummet like a plane gone earthbound,
smoke spilling out behind.
Suddenly, I'm on the wrong side of the door.
(Grant me the kindness of pretending
that no one else remembers).
This is me, wanting to help
but never knowing how to comfort
or seeing just how to fix what's wrong.
My arms are awkward, my voice uncertain,
as I stumble over good intentions
and somehow manage to make it all worse.
(I could not teach such an art if I wanted to,
this burden I sometimes fear will never leave).
This is me, finally learning
that simply being there makes a difference
that grand gestures and words can also demand or lie.
The perfect answer might not come,
but a warm shoulder can be a rock
when the world is crumbling.
(All the stars I've wished on have gone dark,
but night has an end. Each day, the light returns).
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