Sharing The Weight

Your shoulders must seem so heavy at times

your valiant strength ready to fold.

You carry the burden of many pursuits

a mountain of dreams to uphold.

Through fears and heartaches, you offer yourself

with never a thought for the cost.

No hesitation for damages done;

for the pieces of you that are lost.

So when you are drained, lonely, afraid

feeling small in a huge world of doubt

My shoulders will be there to carry the load,

to strenthen you inside and out.

In Honour Of Shakespeare

Today being the anniversary of Shakespeare's death, I thought I'd post one of my favourite Shakespeare poems. First read this one in middle school and I've always loved it.

They That Have Power to Hurt

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,

That do not do the thing they most do show,

Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,

Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,-

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,

And husband nature's riches from expense;

They are the lords and owners of their faces,

Others, but stewards of their excellence.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet

Though to itself it only live and die;

But if that flower with base infection meet,

The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Soul Fit

 

At each and every dawn

I rise and don your essence.

Hugging me 

with the warmth of a winter coat

-a perfectly-sized hand over my heart-

it protects me

from freezing realities,

from harsh, abrasive egos

whose only aim is destruction

of others' souls.