Her face is pale and drawn,
She is broken, cracks
Running through her core,
And the darkness trying to drag her down,
Yet still she stands.
Her hope and strength are fading,
But she won't go,
Even as her eyes start closing
Her fragile fingertips
Are still clinging on for dear life.
All she has left is determination,
To survive.
She can't let herself give in,
This harsh, cold world,
Has no space for the weak.
She is so tired
Not knowing whether she
Will last the night,
But she will go down fighting.
She has worked too hard
to give up now.
The light is fading, and the flame is dying,
but there is still fire
in her eyes.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
