little

so many times i've fallen, and called a name
i believed in once, only to find nothing
(just like before, probably)
i've always put all of my eggs
into flimsy baskets
thinking that the dreams i weave around them
will be strong enough to hold the dozens
of realities i've held onto through the years
and here i am
a little born, a little died
in spite of and because of it all