A Survivor
My eyes scan over my sullen form in the mirror
I am hunched, I am broken
My blue irises hold years of terror
Memories of war
Bloody those would become,
For the day would always bring rains of crimson
Those who no longer have breath to breathe,
Or a voice to scream
Would be lying somewhere close where my dreams roamed free
I remember the respectful salute I gave
Before I entered the land of death,
Jumping straight into the monster’s lair
The O’s that formed on the wailing mouths
Made my own shrink in a grimace
So badly did my heart want to run,
So badly did my legs want to quit
But here I am, alive
But I wish my back would straighten,
I wish my smile would make an appearance,
My face quit looking so somber
I cannot turn back time
To erase all my memories and fears
They make me who I am
I am a survivor
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