illusion of strength

carrying it all makes you stronger but frail you can lift the sky to remove the rain but in doing so you bring the hail as it destroys everything, even the grain you can fight til you are sweaty and pale but it won't save those who have been slain and with only 1 survivor there is no tale there is only the memories and the pain strength feels like wind on which you sail no line to be crossed that I dare not deign in search of your own personal holy grail it's a show, bravado, the strength you feign when true peril rears its head, cry and quail as the line between truth and illusion wane you will only show yourself how you fail and fight self hatred eating you, the disdain as you cry to the skies, sobbing, flailing wail until you pick yourself back up, all in vain as it's truly against your own fate you rail.