All my heart has carried,
All the burdens it has held,
All the love I have given,
All that hate that I felt,
And all the emotions that have bottled themselves in a beating accordance.
After all of this.
After all of this, and I am still alone.
No hand to hold,
Nobody to help carry the load.
No,
Not at all.
After all my heart has done,
It is still beating alone.
And I have done this,
I am the reason my heart is still beating.
I am the reason my load is carried.
My arms are strong from the weights of the world,
I am strong enough to survive now.
And I have done this.
All by myself.
A.Katherine
