I've have seen much and felt it all
I've cursed at death herself
and poured her whiskey on the rocks
Parts of me still remain the way they were
It does not feel like persevering and overcoming
I don't look back and salute my efforts and bravery
When in hot water, I get softer - not stronger
I mourn the child who was taught to run first
I find myself in the middle ground,
between the rusted gears that slowly stopped turning -
and the ones who hog all the oil and have the privilege of prevention
Just another busy machine with all too human suffering and no one to listen
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Vital
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list Stygian Skies and @CoffeeCommunity's Cappuccino reading list. A poetry book that trembles with fear, explodes with rage, and loves with everything it has. It tries to make sense of the past and explores trau...
