False hope

My shoulders are weak
I admit it
pride defeated
collapsed and broken in the heat

He said it was OK
wiped my brow
covered my pain with a blanket
Carry on without the worry
free of anxiety

Never has the weight been lifted before
The feeling an anomaly I could learn to adore
29 years ready to give in
But he said carry on
And I believed he'd be there to hold me up

What a fool
The crutch was made of wood
It splinters in spite
Tares up the hope
Like God did before
It will leave you when bored