Even Then
As I write I am reminded of my faults, the numerous times I fell by my hand. Yet, even while I bled, I dreamt of my best. Even while I gasped for breath, I dreamt of my next. Even while I lost the will to be, I dreamt of a smile, her smile.
Copyright © Halifax Githinji | Year Posted 2022
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