I curled on my bedsheets
My toes are crumbled
My knees wobbling
I can hear my spirit wailing
I cletched at my soul
My life is ruin
I hear shattering from youths outside
I can still feel the lashes of whips
I endured the thorns on my wounds
My body shuttered as I stood tall
A drop of salty tear crossed my lips
My eyes stung the brightness of the moon
I struggled to make a few step to the sand
The wind played with my dusty hair
"I have to let It out " I screamed
My waist moved with an imaginary beats in my head
My moves with my tears blended so perfectly
My sorrows gradually left me
I smiled as I looked down at myself dancing in the moonlight
Faith🗯️
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Fragility and Strength
PoetryA broken soul that can still stand firm and be strong again after being broken into pieces
