I walk among the graves
I read the names
I see the dates
That they lived from
To when they died
I hear them whispering
The ways they died
But I walk out
I still feel
I feel the scratch on my thigh
From the rose thorns
I feel the burn on my shoulder
From the iron
I feel the pain in my ankle
From kicking a tree
All the little reminders
That I am alive
I can still walk among the living
I still have flesh and bones
I do not need to hurt myself
To remind myself I am alive
Because there are
8 million things
Letting me know right now
That I am ALIVE
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Once Upon A Time (poems and quotes)
PoesíaThe tragic truth of wishes and wishing. Because only if your perfect will wishing on a star work. Otherwise it's a long endless battle to get what you want