A Chance
I can’t breath, but
I’m alive
I see the wind blow, but
I’m numb
I want to move, but
I’m afraid
I want to face it, but
I’m trembling.
I can’t breath, but
Im running,
I don’t see the wind blow, but
I feel it
I took the step, but
It wasn’t frightening
I faced it, but
Im not trembling
I see it all
I feel it all
I’m no longer afraid
Im running, and
I can’t stop
I wont stop.
I only needed a chance.
I won.
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