Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

There is only one of you.
You are unique in a world full of identity and light thieves.
You stand tall.
And you stand out.
You have learned to get right back up when you have fallen down.
You believe you feel more than most beings.
Though, that’s not the right way of thinking or seeing.
As there are so many suffering daily, silently.
They are doing things that unintentionally drive daggers into their hearts further, repeatedly.
Thinking it’s the right thing.
Unaware of the depth each blow makes, and spirit keeps.
There are many people who feel their life is an empty affair. No room for hope do they seek.
No one is there.
There is no remedy for a feeling that can’t be met by words our mouths cant physically express.
Or at least have done so yet.
The disconnection from tongue to chest.
Life is lonely and is hard especially when you feel like you are at war with yourself indefinitely .
You end up playing your own God in human physique.
Trust me Ive tried numerous times and failed miserably.
I have fallen so many times I am finding it easier to choose to retreat before taking on pain that has no business hurting me.
I stay carrying your shield deflecting all the arrows being shot at me.
They are flying around in hopes to hit me.
Oh but I am unique , and hold faith like redwood roots for 100 of decades.
I stay firm.
I stand tall and move quietly.
It takes a lot for me to fall, and sometimes when I do, I do it Silently.