Just Fall Poem by Israh Sadan

I used to be pretty.
Now I'm just plain.
Time has taken it's toll.
Hard work made me strong
And more hard work took my strength.
But I was never that girl.
Could never make eyes for favours,
Or cry for help.

Always carried my own load
Pulled my own weight
Fought my own fight.
But now, there's hardly any fight left in me.
All I have left is a lump in my throat.

I can still turn heads
But I still can't ask for help.
So I'm chocking on challenges
Chocking on tears that I can't let myself cry.

So I lie awake and fret.
Trying to figure my way out.
So weary of the fight I
Just try to keep standing
Taking blow after blow
When all I really want to do is fall.
Fall into someone's arms.
Someone to finish my fight,
To fix things so I don't have to fight,
To fret, to figure.

But funny thing, even when those arms
Are open, waiting.
Open and tempting, I can't fall.
Cos I've never been that girl.