Is It Strength?

Is that what it is?


That resilience to keep pushing through despite the anxiety?


The way I gotta laugh a little despite being pissed off at max capacity?


That little burn in my heart that won't let me call it quits?


Or that little strike of patience when I'm at the end of my wits?


The little sun within me that shines when I'm cloudy?


The little chain that holds me back when adrenaline overcomes me?


The force that makes me accept all of my physical flaws?


That thing that lets me eventually tell myself I was wrong?


What makes my heart beat when my life is without song?


The faith that I'll make it through despite the bleeding?


That force that stops the vultures relying on my death for feeding?


Is that what lets me move on in the face of rejection?


Is that what makes me stand head high in objection?


Is that the rope that pulls me along, despite the length?


Is that what this all is? This all is strength?

Disconnected

In the age of computers and Internet connections

You can find a dusty computer lacking direction

He wasn’t connected to wide web or a local area network

He just sat on his own desk with his hard drive at work

He tried to connect to other computers

But the efforts were futile

No system type could comprehend his types of files

So many things this computer wanted to send to the other PC’s

But the world couldn’t get him, 

He had what no other drive sees

Some came pretty close to cracking his codes

And maybe they’re still trying, but as of yet He doesn’t know if they can do it

And it kills him to see these hardware connections turn to fluid

Maybe they can do it. 

Maybe they’ll communicate with him

Or maybe they’ll give up like everyone else

Leaving him disconnected.