I bend, I don't break.

I bend, I don't break

and I get shaped into unusual things.

 

Sticks and stones get thrown my way

all during night and all during day.

 

Shoulders heavy,

full of worry.

Too much weight to carry.

 

Little ones look up to me

and watch as I get beat.

 

Thoughts of pain, thoughts of death.

They've checked my blood, no signs of meth.

 

They say I'm crazy, they say I'm stupid

and they think I believe in cupid.

 

My time is coming and yours is ending.

But I'll wait and I'll wait,

because I bend, I don't break.

Reviews

[Emrick]

Sounds like a song.
Nice idea.

[Chesney W.]

thank you

[Harry Alston]

Well put together and a nice idea. Well written. Good job.

[Chesney W.]

thank you

[erica]

very good...:)

[Barnie14]

you welcome!

[Barnie14]

this is really good!

[Chesney W.]

thank you

[Zeke]

I understand this. I can relate to this. Very awesome!

[Chesney W.]

thank you

[Zeke]

You are welcome friend :)

[Hamza]

Spirit to live life ... You framed it perfectly ..
Very nice write up ... :)

[Chesney W.]

thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

"But I'll wait and I'll wait,
because I bend, I don't break."
This is amazing poetry. Better to bend then allow the minor things to take us down. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Chesney W.]

thank you