The Struggle Is Real
Night after night after night
He dreads the minute that the light creeps over the horizon,
Preferring to hide quietly in the dark of the night,
Where he can shed his tears in relative autonomy,
As he begins to question his ability to fight.
Then, the sun’s gaze hovers upon the edge of the world,
And dries the tears that awash on his face,
He plasters that fake smile upon his gorgeous lips,
Rejoining the strength only known to the human race.
He goes about his day keeping extraordinarily busy,
Able to pretend all is right within his world,
His laughter booms and echoes from the ceiling,
And he’s forgotten the pain of the night in which he once curled.
Kindness fills his heart for the lonely,
Empathy swallows his doubt of ever being alright,
He spends his day welcoming the downtrodden,
Bringing their darkness into his light.
He wraps strong arms around the weak,
Feeds the emotionally hungry with the love in his heart,
Honours his ancestral words of wisdom,
Making the world a better…