Those who take life head on are
always at risk of selfless wounds,
sometimes life’s obstacles can
tear the strongest of armor loose.
Those who slip diamonds in their
cheek are always running from
something they can never reach,
always at risk of cutting their teeth.
This is the natural order of trying,
without a challenge life feels weak,
sometimes our loss promotes growth
when our efforts seem rather bleak.
When it comes to crushed casings,
even with crimson in my own throat,
you can bet I’ll be around to find you
when no one else can seem to cope.
I can’t promise my assistance won’t
always come without a few coy quips,
but when hope feels all but lost,
I’ll be there to help pull the debris off.