After the War
Happily ever afters are for fairytales,
This comes so close to one it aches.
The scars you bear will not disappear,
The nightmares that grip you may never fade away,
And the things you've lost will never be replaced
Despite all that,
That is a triumph which no God or mortal may ever tear from your grasp.
So struggle upwards on your shaking legs.
Drag air into your heaving lungs.
Raise up your tear stained face and scream out at life,
I am here!
I am alive!
And you will not break me!
Copyright © Priscilla Settanni | Year Posted 2019
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