I am Weak

To the ground I bow, face caked with blood, sweat, and dirt. All around my world crumbles, the weight of earth shattering upon my shoulders. Despair plaguing my very existence; I take a knee with my very soul eroded in pain. I am weak, and yet to me they turn. Crimson rivers run down my shattered mind. Incapable of bearing my own world, I gaze upon their pain. In their weakness new strength floods and though I am weak, I am beaten, I am battered, and I am defeated, I rise anew and fight each earth shattering step forward. Dead to all but their own burden, they take my extended hand and allow my back to bear their weight, and yet I cannot bear my own. Still I struggle forth and fight on.