Just A Man Poem by J.C. Masa

Just a man trying his best,
Even the man in the mirror he cannot impress.
Still bleeding from the wounds that will never heal,
My body is tired, but my mind never rests.

Surrounded, yet not present,
I close my eyes at night, seeking an ocean
Where bitter waters flow through the agony of my tear ducts.

How can I be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud
When I'm barely surviving in my own storms?
How can I offer warmth when my own nights are cold?
How can I give a hand when my own is shaking?
I have so many questions, so much self-doubt
Yet I was never the answer.