Heave My Wasted Body
Upon the arctic floor, I wait
Crouched and undefended
It's time, I guess, to accept my fate
And walk this road unaided
I heave my wasted body
from my final resting place
Stretch out my disused muscles
My first breaths resonate
The unaccustomed motion
feels like seeing to the blind
It seems it's been a lifetime
Since my footprints lay defined
I go in search of something
That confirms I'm still alive
And though you took my breaths away
Without you, I'll survive
For all this time I assumed
I was waiting to be rescued
When all along, I was my hero
I shouldn't have waited for you
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