The Weight of the World

When the world feels,
Like it's crashing down on you,
All the weight on your shoulders,
And your expected to,
Stand up with it on you,
No one wants to hear how you feel,
It's too much for them,
But what is it for you???
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger???
What does all the stress do to you???
What does constant fighting do???
Eventually the bad might stop,
And you set the world back down,
What did it do???
The after math of the damage???
Some things cannot be fixed,
When the world feels,
Like it's crashing down on you,
All the weight on your shoulders,
May not squish you,
But when you put it down,
What has all that weight,
Done to your bones and joints???

Creative Master Piece

Creativity doesn't come easily to some,
But when it comes,
It can flow smooth and peaceful,
And be the master piece of all,
To some it might not be perfect,
But it's the,
Hard work and devotion,
Time and patients,
That make the piece of art,
A master piece,
In its own way.

Rain

A burst of light,
Followed by a crack rippling,
Thunder,
And slowly,
The pitter patter,
Of rain drops would,
Fall on the top of my head,
And instead of,
Running inside,
I ran out further,
To dance to the,
Remedy of the,
Rain fall and thunder,
And the flashing lights,
Of the lightening.

Butterfies

Fluttering and flapping,
Their wings so fast it's a blur,
All different and unique in their,
Own way,
So colorful and vibrant,
So free and light,
Spreading the beautifulness,
Around for everyone to see,
And smile when laying,
Their eyes upon the,
Beautiful,
Colorful,
Graceful,
Butterfly.