Thursday, April 28, 2011


The sun,
peeking through the clouds,
is a wonderful sight,

yet alone,
I sit,

while alone,
I expect,
the blood dripping away,
broken, and sore,
yet my heart is still beating.

All alone,
I'll stay strong,
healed and ready,

Prepared for the battle,
the battle, ahead.

I am ready,
independence is my gift,
not my curse.


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