I rise while everything falls
I feel so strong
But even now a bomb in my body could be waiting to go off
Everyone is broken
By sickness and death
All my heroes have long since retired
Or taken their last breath
Said their last words
Which I can only hope did not signify their regret
I inherited their hopes
I rise while everything falls
I feel so strong
But even now I am forced to wonder
Can I hold a dying world on my shoulders
And press on
Too many funerals left me feeling worn
Like Job
And I have a curse that I must never direct at the universe
Or at God
I like this poem. You said it perfectly.