One day I’ll wake and they’ll be no more pain.
Through this I’ll gain strength from what seems like my death, on edge, holding my breath.
Am I partly responsible for this?
Only a child with everything to loose,
How did I get this bruise.
Awakening at 3:33, in so much pain I can hardly see.
Reminding myself always that I’m safe walking among others in this human race.
Seeing hurt all over the place,
It’s time for grace, finding myself through broken memories stolen by another, I am sitting left to ponder what is there left to honor?
Broken Poet 