keep walking

can we handle everything
on our own, without
any help?
can we grab hold of life,
give it a shake,
and scream,
"STOP!"

i feel guilt
for having weaknesses.
my pride is too large
to shove into a closet
in the back
of my mind.
i hate reaching out
and grabbing onto
the outstretched palm
of someone wanting to save me.

overcome with
anxiety.
if i accept help,
it means i am not strong.
it means my facade
which i've worked so hard
on building up
has tumbled.

so instead
i suck it up
and keep walking.