I lived.
Every scar on my body
makes me who I am
Every scar on my heart
shows that
I lived.
I never feared the fall
I only feared the impact
the growing scars
show that
I'm unafraid
My heart, broken, but beating
rushing and pumping
life through me.
Showing,
That I lived.
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Author:
Winter light (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2017 14:44
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Comments6
Very good poem. You are a survivor!
This is wonderful for so many reasons thank you.
Encouraging... I will survive. -- phoenix
So simple and honest- that's why I love it!
Life does not always go as planned, and you keep on keeping on. Well done.
Thanks everybody! I really appreciate all the kind words.
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