The Tale of a Misfortuned Soul

Some are born humble and nurturing,

Some live a humbug, some very infecting,

But then there are some that stand apart

Forced to withhold themselves, be strong at heart.

They carry the weight of the world on their shoulders

This might seem thick, but well, they do walk on smolders

Life’s a bitch as they would put it, or even many at that.

But no complaints, only hopes of not being poked at.

Tortured, driven to the point of obliteration, she fails;

Tormented by pain, she lets go of the burden that her duty entails.

And when she is flying, free of all binding crutches,

No one, not even a single soul her agony touches.