When you say fuck it, I don’t have anything

How to face not having all the answers

Strength is holding your emotions

captive and bottled up

within your obsidian layers

no one can penetrate your resolve

you’re a hardness of 10

a diamond designed to say

“fuck it, I got it”

but what about when you don’t

have anything

except the knowledge

you’re going to fall apart

it isn’t a matter of if

but a when on the horizon

something inescapable

the premonition waiting

to be released fully

but you can’t let go

you were never taught how to

see, my mother never cried

if she did she’d rush inside her room,

lock the door

and not let anyone in

I wanted to comfort her

to hold her faltering pieces

to squeeze her within my strength