I am a survivor
I wonder where I am going
I hear the future calling across time
I see the end of this long Journey
I want to be free again to go where I please
I am a survivor
I pretend the days are seconds, gone in no time
I feel ready for the world outside
I touch the frosted glass windows... waiting for release
I worry the world will spit me back out
I cry when I think of all the lost time with my Angel
I am a survivor
I understand why I am here, away from destruction
I say I am healed when I walk out these doors
I dream I am home again holding my baby
I try to listen in the controlled chaos
I hope I will make it and recover my lost treasure
I am a survivor.
Author notes
Written in Inpatient 9/26/08
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you know often when i read other peoples poetry it is hard for me to follow the rythem they intended.
Whether its how they spaced their lines or if it was just bad writing.
I have never had that problem with any of your material.
You have a fantastic ear for rythem and it truly makes your poems enjoyable to read.
Even out loud.
well done.
Love,
Your Brother Bryce -
well written
like how you place your hopes in this write.How time would'nt discourage you.
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