I SAY
Timid, I say—
Like a whisper in a world that roars.
I am timid.
Tension, I face—
Like tightropes stretched within my neck.
I am tensed.
Heartbreak, I saw—
Rope of trust cutting deep.
I am heartbroken.
Backstabber, I faced—
A smile that stabbed me from behind.
I have been backstabbed.
Help, I shout—
My soul's reaching out for help.
I need help.
Survival, I say—
Like a flame still burning through the storm.
I have survived.
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Author:
Fumilayo bayo (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 30th, 2025 21:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
There is a process to go through from the timid to survival. Very nicely written
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