The Least We Can Do
When darkness arrive,
Let your light be known to mine,
For we lived in the cold woods
Where fright should be felt,
While others write poems about rain,
We lived through numerous hurricanes,
Many take a deep dive in the lake
While we got pushed into rushing rivers,
We endure tears, bruises and marks at night
That's all right, at least we tried with our might.
Copyright © Andrea Herrera | Year Posted 2018
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