I bear myself for the raging storm for I know I will end tonight
It yells,mocking me. Trying to push me while I'm weak
I yell back,protecting what is left..
These wounds are me..no matter what
Through the rain,hail,breath taking wind
I will stand my ground
A kitten..licking the marks left from a battle
Have I won? Have I lost? Its unclear what has been set to life..
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What Remains
PoetryThese are a collection of my poetry I've written for a while. They are my own feelings and some are true. Please be advised, some maybe triggering to you Enjoy thank you
