Living Ruins
In my life
I have seen many trails of tears
I have seen nightmares
And I beat the odds
The odds are still mounting
Everyday they grow
And I am tired
I do not think I can win this time
I was once a fierce person
I could do anything
I could survive anything
I was special
And things happened
Like beating an iron door with a hammer
Repeatedly beating to no end
Then dents appear
I am broken
My body is old like an elder waiting to die
It houses my spirit
But can no longer protect
I live seeing through the cracks
Standing in the dust of the rubble
Supporting my sides with canes
Keeping my hands safe with splints
Copyright © Jeanette Ozee | Year Posted 2006
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