Survivor Underneath the Broken Concrete
The strength that thrives inside me,
In the heart, in the mind and in the veins
Has lost its pillars and the walls have come tumbling in.
But not all is lost and nothing is dead,
Simply broken for this moment,
This time where every single thought is doubted and afraid.
The bones will heal and the cuts will change
To become scars from this battle:
Impressions that have taught me and I will never be the same.
My ribs have cracked and my chest in shame,
But as the clock tics the time all pain will fade.
Shadows run about inside this room,
Too many to count, so many to lose.
Shadows put here by his words,
His punches, the small things he’ll never do.
They tug and pull and drag me down
Into cold spaces where I shiver and confidence frowns.
Though hope is bruised,
In tears and disappointment,
I will come up and reform the rubble
Into what it was and what it will be,
Breath a sigh and live through another struggle.
My weakest hours will be the strongest in the end.