Monday, May 30, 2011

Don't Call Me Superman

Well I’m not made of steel
But your secret’s safe with me.

-"Made of Steel" by Our Lady Peace

I'm here, and that's what's important. I have a shoulder, and it can bear weight, both physical and emotional. I have carried burdens. I know how to hold my head up high in the worst of times. I may be living a good life, but I've seen the darker side of things.

I know I look like a good kid, but I've known so much more than "the good life." Even what I haven't experienced, I can imagine.

I know I look young, but I have been through so much. There is a lot of pain behind my gaze. Some hope is there too, and the hope sometimes shines through, blanketing the pain and suffering.

I'm good at comforting people, especially when I've felt the same pain. I get comfort from helping people, especially when all they need is a few kind words or the presence of someone who isn't afraid to stand their ground.

I'm not the fighter I used to be, even though I'm not that far past my prime. My prime is slipping faster than it does for most though, and I can feel the sands of time trickling through my fingers.

All I can do is be the best I can be for myself and others for the time that I have, and that is something that I can promise, if I break all others that I make.

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