And if all I've done today,
is risen out of bed.
Breathed in fresh air,
pushed past the dread.
If I've only opened my eyes,
refused to be griefs slave;
then that is a win,
and I can call myself brave.
If I've walked two steps,
ten or twenty;
then I can go to sleep at night
knowing I've given plenty.
If I've had nightmares again
and found sleep vain,
I should be proud of myself for waking;
pushing through the pain.
If my eyes are weary
from preventing tears to fall;
I should allow them come,
knowing they don't make me small.
When I don't feel joy,
yet smile anyway;
I can find hope for myself
that this pain won't stay.
When I look to the road
and only see a mountain to climb,
the trials to face
that will all come in time.
I can glance behind me
to where I've already been;
I can find strength in my journey,
a light from within.
When I think of the words
that were poured out upon me,
the shoves and the screams;
life trapped in hostility.
I can remember the love
spoken from my friends,
which gave me the courage to say,
"this is where it ends."
And if all I've done today,
is risen out of bed;
found hope in the sun,
chosen life instead.
Then I can find myself grateful
for the battles I've won;
look forward to the future
and all I'll become.
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Take a Deep Breath: A Collection of Poetry and Short Stories
PoetryFrom a young age, I have wanted to become a writer. I used to be a good writer, I wrote everyday about anything I could dream of, and of the things that haunted my dreams. Then life got busy. School, a job, hanging out with friends and being a fianc...
