weak in the bones but still, I kept going
I was forgotten but I didn't stop growing
dry in the roots but still, I was standing..
disappointed multiple times but still, I kept trying..
sad and hurt but never did I stop smiling.
nothing left to give but never did I stop helping.
abandoned, but never stopped loving
I was strong for you, until I wasn't anymore
YOU ARE READING
The Voice of My Silence
PoesíaThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
