Strength in Retrograde
an inverse poem
I’m not cut out for this
Dont try to convince me
I’m not strong enough
I have never believed that
And I never will
I haven’t given up yet
Even though I want to sometimes
I know the going can get rough but
It all feels too much
Sometimes I break down and cry when
I get too far in my head
And even though
Everyone says I can make it
I always believe that
There’s more than what people see when they look at me
About the Creator
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