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Still

Still



I've survived on a quarter 
I've laughed with sorrow
I've sighed with fatigue

And still the sun rose and kissed my cheek
And still the wave ran and swept my feet
And still the stars twinkled in my eyes
And still the wind spun me round and round
And still the rain poured and soaked my feet

Even now I survive
My head bent down
My eyes closed shut
My knees to the ground
My tears, warm, heavy and salty
My eyes red
I surrender my breath among the ashes

I shall prosper
I shall prosper
I shall prosper




Marckincia Jean
04/01/19
Free verse
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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