Survive
Words escape me.
How do I articulate if I can’t speak?
I am struck down by my pride.
Helpless as always.
So close, yet so far away.
I can’t see the end to this ocean.
I’m drowning, I’m dying, I’m sinking, I’m crying.
I’m momentary, a fleeting blip on the face of the earth.
I’m insubstantial. Wiped out in a single moment, breath snuffed.
I’m far from perfect, but I’ll do what I can.
I’ll survive. Maybe not on earth, maybe not in this time.
Maybe I was meant to be a little different.
Maybe my legacy is something worthwhile.
Only time will tell, whether I’m here to see the answers or not.
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