Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Still (poem)

Take your suffering

and wear it

on your shoulder

with what pride still have you left.

I can sit

stare at a wall

and watch the

time pass by.

I can drag

every second out

use the silence

to fight the

torture in my brain

or just add to it.

I have loved.

I have suffered.

I have asked for death.

I am still here.

I still press on.

Still...fighting

for the right to happiness.