All This Time

Take a seat and think.

Are you really weak?

Let your self hate take a break.

I'll tell you what I see and think.

It seems to me you're still alive.

Still out here, questioning your life.

You're still around, even in all this mess.

Through every storm,

and every miss.

 

As I see you now,

your hard work evident,

my deduction is clear, and here it is,

 

Think of this, for your sake and mine,

 

Haven't you been resilient all this time?