I Used To Be Weak

A poem about I boy growing up after a horrible accident, unable to walk on his own at first, he starts writing

I Used To Be Weak

 

I used to be weak, pitifully so

So much that I couldn’t stand on my own

Unhappy, broken, a life filled with woe

I didn’t even have a purpose to seek

My future was bleak, lifeless, all alone, as I learned how to speak, I tried to write poems.

They were fragile, like me wanting to be free, looking purposefully, waiting to be seen.

My mom always tells me

“The one who falls will never get up." 

So I promised that I’d never fall to begin with

 

I used to be weak, pitifully so

So weak that I couldn’t walk on my own

I stayed at home in my room, gazing at the moon, trying to write poems just as beautiful

At school life was hard, my body was scarred

Unable to fight back, not given any slack, constantly attacked, waiting to crack

I heard the teachers talking in class today,  “That one who falls will never get up.”

I refuse to fall, ever.

But now I had purpose, a reason for life

My poetry cut deep, just like a knife

 

I used to be weak, pitifully so

I couldn’t run fast like the children, so I sat in the snow

Watching, waiting, until I would know, how the wording of my very next poem would go

Would it rhyme? Would it be felt? Would it be elegant? I didn’t know.

I’d soon continue writing, when it was time to come home

I heard the kids laugh when one said “That weak baby fell, and he’ll never get up"

I wrote of my injury, I wrote of my pain, I wrote of leaving here to go on a plane

Somewhere where everyone would be accepted, even those crippled and scarred like me

I wrote of going on adventures, and I wrote of coming home a different person, a man

 

I used to be weak, pitifully so,

So weak, afraid of change, but I knew, that I had to leave home

I would set out on an adventure, out on my own, in the unknown, forge my own road

I saved all my money, and my body was finally ready to go

I said bye to my mother, I would travel the world and come back one day a man

I heard a man on the side of the street say

“Once you fall once, you’ll never get up again. Never.”

I gave the man a dollar, and made my way to the airport

 

I used to be weak, pitifully so

So damn weak, but I don’t believe that you can’t get back up after falling down

I believe it makes you stronger

 

I used to be weak pitifully so

So weak that I couldn’t run

That I couldn’t walk

That I couldn’t stand

That I couldn’t write

 

 

But I published my first book of poetry yesterday, and I’m writing a novel.

It’s called “The one who falls and gets up, is stronger than the one who never fell.”

Author's Note

This isn't a true story, but I think writing has the ability to change people. And I also think that people can recover from things like mental or pshyical illness often, and this is a story of recovery



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I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

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Just browsing poems... I got this ... This is a beautiful piece!... I would like to read both, the book and the novel someday.
Best Wishes!

[Bushra Naqshbandi]

A brilliant writeup! One feels the pain of the speaker, empathises and finally believes that one can achieve anything. Hope and courage shine through this piece. 😍👍

[Cat]

This is absolutely gorgeous :)

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. You have written a very beautiful poem. It has a strong message. Well done.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Najam!

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome.