The Spirit Nevers Dies Poem by andrew leedy

I’ve watched those who lost faith in their selves that defeated look they give you before they fake the smile. Pretending all is alright. Well I am one exception to that. Why would I be? Just a typical 20 year old Female with the attitude she can set her mind to it and it can be done, is constantly looked down by those who humbly let their lives fall apart. But not I. I stubbornly pick the hardest road. But I envy those who stand proudly when they we’re cursed with a life far more demonic than my own. I’ve been described by fellow friends as a strong and beautiful she wolf who looks at the world with innocents and has the naive heart of a child. That is my curse, As well as my gift. I’ve watched many people try to rip of my chains and fail, from there defeat they weep before me repeatedly saying sorry that I suffer, and how they are defenseless to save a kind soul like mine. I simples grab them with my blood stained arms and pull them into a hug and say “it’s alright I don’t need saving, not yet”. Than I feel their heart fall apart by the words and cry sorrow for both myself and their own sake. I was born into a selfish world, and taught myself to be a selfless soul. The rest of this world decided it was easier to follow the crowd, but not i. I didn’t teach myself to be weak and helpless. But, in all this insanity and madness. I do believe people can redeem their hearts and souls. If given a chance to see the serenity of a selfless act.