My resolve has forever been with you.
My uncertainty forever there.
Will never sufice, my feelings sew.
Engraved forever on your castket, Bear.
The weight of my sorrows for four long years.
I would wake up missing you, and the fears.
Of unfulfillment swept over my jar.
Of feelings, adding weight day by day, Tears.
Falling from the sky, plastered like tar.
Someday you will see, just you wait for...
I am the average person you find on the streets. I am Marshallese, Irish, German, Scottish, and French. I am the shoulder to cry on. I am the warmth of a blanket when you are cold. I am a son, a older brother and also a yonger brother. I am the sword and shield of all. I am the protecter of the quarterback. I am the one person to count on. I am Black and white. I am a closed bottle of feelings. I am Shaye.