Survival

Litter and dirt,
Wrapped in hurt
Beauty miles away from here
N peace over the bridge
A mess they say all around me there is,
A mess they say I am.

To stinking piles and dirty rags
Blocked mind and lazy hands
Daylight of screams and mental violence
To nightfall of abuses.
Days soaked in tears and sleepless nights in mental torture.

Came the day when she thought calm would come
But now only promised misery and hurt

Escape for little time gave heaven to her
A heaven she knew she’ll miss.
She knew she experienced happiness foronce,
And knew it would never return.
She knew she’d have to come back again,
And knew it would start all over again.

In the midst of it all she held on to her memories
Memories of happiness and peace,
Which told her they would never return.
She wanted to hold on, she wanted to let go,
She wanted to stay and she wanted to run away….
But in the midst of confused love and hate
She lost herself and she lost her way
She lost her identity and yet survived
She lost everything and is yet alive…..


~k~