AliveA Poem by ElwinaSome product
of a broken home Flooded by
tears Born in a
weep, the lullaby I still
hear in my sleep And that won’t
stop Or fade Bathed in waters
tainted with pink Drops from
the wounds that you could never heal Raised in
pieces Holding my
cuts from broken glass That I
would pick Between the
screams And where
my innocence was smashed I would
hold up my breath Long before
I could speak And I would
close my eyes For this to
disappear I used to
hope that I would disappear But
nightmares would go on As sun
would rise Somewhere
I’ll be bleeding Always But I’m
alive and standing up Definitely fragile but not fully broken I'm bruised But made it through As endless as it seemed I am alive I made it I survived... © 2015 ElwinaFeatured Review
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18 Reviews Added on April 3, 2012 Last Updated on September 19, 2015 Tags: childhood, alive, growing up AuthorRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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