Surviving Pawn Poet Narrative

FROM THE DAYS WHEN

From the days
When we was faded 
From the days
When we denied our reflection on the mirror
From the days
When our spirit was feeding on our souls
From the days 
When we deepened our pain in salvation that somehow, we would arise in multitudes and rejuvenate with grace such that we would proclaim that we are redeemed.
From the days
When we was angered and caged with rage that someday we would stand on stage and introduce the chapters of our page
From the days 
When we cold with remorse
From the days 
When we was desperate, but with hope

     surviving_pawn

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment