One Day

I can still stand. Even when there is no place to call ground. I can smile. Even if I,m the only one I can laugh. Even while I,m crying inside. I can feel. yes even with a broken heart. I can play. Before and after each day. I can sing. As the wind carriers my voice away. and I can fly. Even when darkness clouds the sky. I am strong. even while hurt. Broken but not useless. Used but not without worth. Alone but not forgotten. Masquerading in false happiness. living between pain and self hate. Self worth a theme I can only imitate. Wasting away in the realm of life. Disappearing piece by piece. No longer believing in my own heart. Needing another s hand to get a new start. Perhaps one day their will be hope. Yes one day.