There was a time when
I hadn't wanted to remain alive
with the weight of so much grief
upon my heart.
There was a time when
I hadn't wanted to remain alive
with the tremendous burden of shame
upon my soul.
To this day, I'm not sure
how I kept moving forward.
I'm not sure how I succeeded
when I felt so defeated.
There were nights spent
with tears in my eyes,
praying for my own demise.
And yet still, with each morning,
I chose to rise.
Those days don't feel
that far behind me,
and sometimes these feelings
still creep up on me.
But I choose to stay.
I choose to believe
that I still have a purpose.
I choose to see
a future that's bright
despite all the chapters
that took place in the night.
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