Fear. Tears. Blood.
Yet I am here, still.
Hunger, it hurts. Thirst, unquenchable.
Yet I am here, still.
Ache.
Yet I am here, still.
There is nothing.
Yet I am here, still.
Betrayed. It is unnecessary.
Yet I am here, still.
Do you know what I've done?
Yet I am here, still.
I do not want to acknowledge what I have seen.
There is not enough room in my heart for all of that pain.
Yet I am here, still.
Broken.
Yet I am here, still.
I risk hoping.
Thus I am here, still.
1 comment:
I really liked your poem and also used it for my daughter's literary review project at school.
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