I’ve realized my strength lies in my softness

Rounded muscles, and closeness to death

I write for love, because it was what I had left

I write for my lungs didn’t always have breath

I write because my heart

Stopped beating in my chest

I write so I can speak

In my actions to the deaf

If they cannot listen

If that’s what they choose

I win when I change in my ways

The ways I don’t lose

The one that’s a cushion

A parody of rules

The one that sees the spirt

For my eyes can’t refuse

Yes I’ve been weak

Lord, you know that

But you put me back on earth

In an effort to show that

That weakness is strength

For in the humanity we create

Lies a truth to the lies

A reality in what’s fake

I was shown what mattered

So in my pursuit

If those around me can see my weakness

They can see the light too