i will cheer you on: a poem

I hate who you have become.

You lost your charm, 

your charisma. 

You used to be so kind.

I guess life got the best 

of you. It seems like you 

just gave up. You stopped 

fighting for the truth and laid

with the lies.

How does it feel? To be on top 

of the world, as if you are peering

down the edge of a cliff,

your life can be taken at 

any moment and how would

you be remembered? 

What have you done

with yourself? You have 

lost your fighter's spirit. 

Your resilience is gone, 

and your appetite for 

ease and comfort has 

grown. You are living the 

life you think you should 

live, and deep down, I know 

you wont be happy.

You cannot be a professional

pretender forever. 

However, 

I will cheer you on. 

I will mourn in silence 

for your tenacity,

your strength, and your

need to want better. 

I am not sure if you will 

ever want like you wanted

again. 

I just hope that you never 

make the decision of 

regretting that you 

could have fought 

a little harder.