Resilience

My resilience has proven to be a criminal of emotion.  I was born to stand tall, shaped by the dark, raised in the jungle. The passion in my heart roars like a fire-breathing tiger, one that can never be tamed. This life of mine has forced me to be a high-mast pole in the midst of a storm. The lightning hits me and I continue to stand tall. Pain to me is a starter pistol, it takes my mark, gets me set and lets me go. Three commands is all it takes for me to be back on track. 


My resilience has proven to be a criminal of emotion. I spend most of my days being robotic, its hard to feel the good if you can never recognize the bad. I never feel depressed, anxiety is not part of my vocabulary, sadness is something my soul is not familiar with. My energy is felt by those around me, they see me as a sanctuary, more of a safe haven. They realize that as long as Benjamin is around, panic is absent. But I apologize to the people that genuinely want to love and care for me, to me rejection and acceptance are two of the same things. I have a thick skin, the phrase "Go F**k Yourself" does not have the ability to penetrate me. I have a thick skin, the phrase "I Love You" does not have the abili... 

My resilience has proven to be a criminal of emotion.

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