Reach Poem by Matthew Jackson

Push yourself...
Find your grip
Find a purpose.
Only to fail again.
Why do we struggle?
Why is there pain?
Why do I suffer so?

Could it be the fact that my deeply rooted weakness has decided to take a peek?

Venture out into the world until it returns home, driven by false hope and the lies of others?

Safe place..
Seems that there will never be one.
My mothers arms to far to reach this little black boy.
Too far to cradle my tears.

I doubt i'd ask anyways.

Pride is ruinous.