What We Become
We become our own.
Though we have sight,
been blinded through absence,
We fight through every step-
We glide through waves-
We are not monsters-
Yet we are tormented-
At the precipice we chose.
Become what we fear.
Become what we save.
Copyright © Luis Martinez-Rivera | Year Posted 2013
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