Metal Poem by Amanda Braccia

This is excruciating,
Intensifying, intoxicating.

I'm doing the best I can,
Fail? My condolences I send.

You think I'm dying,
Non-stop crying.

I'm actually quite well,
Have only once fell.

And I got right back up,
Seeing a half-filled cup.

I refuse to become failed,
unlike you, myself, whom I've never bailed.

I'm no longer afraid,
I'm calling a spade a spade.

I am not to be judged,
On this book having a smudge.

Judge me on the bridges I built today,
Not on the roads I traveled yesterday.

Who are you to cry over my mistakes?
Who am I to take uncountable retakes?

My bridges are stronger this time,
My emotions bleed through these rhymes.

I'm realizing so much in so little,
I'm done solving this tricky riddle.

I know more in short time,
I no longer breath in lies.

I will never stoop to that level,
My strength is now metal.

It's been dented its many turns,
But will never shatter I've learned.

It won't break, it's dependent.
Don't try to mix, mash, and mend it.

I do recall a time it began to melt,
But I smelt the burn and weak I felt.

It hardened to a new shape,
That protects me, I am safe.

My strength is untouchable,
I am almost indestructible.

Give me time and you'll see,
That my strength is forever in me.

Do not just yet be of me so proud,
But be aware my strength defeated my black cloud.