Innocent Breakdown

I fumble and stumble into day
I've adapted, accepted, and even rejected some thoughts
So my mind sums up some failure
When success is actually the word
I forget that this stress
That hits me like a hurricane of emotions
Comes but all too soon
In comes thoughts of chaotic waves
While all hope retreats with the falling tides
My poor innocent pride now has to be cured
Just as I think I can't take it
That I'm on the edge about to fall
As if I am about to be buried by the world
Crushed by my own socratic thoughts
While tears pour out of my eyes as strong as a river flows
And I dare the world to fuck with me
A reminder hits me and my hands naturally come together
My weary legs fold so my knees touch the ground
And I sigh a great sigh of relief
All my mouth manages to say is thank you God
And please help me
For my weakness is not in breaking down
But in thinking I have to do this all alone
I could list the list of what in the world treads through my mind
That would cause such a rage of emotions
Yet I realize that I can do anything
You see I have a poetic truth that is beautiful and kind
A sophisticated beauty that is painted inside of me
I have made it through the world this far
Why not go further
So I'm building a bridge to tommorow
Across this river of me