FOUR YEARS STILL STANDING
FOUR YEARS, STILL STANDING
Four years bleeding, four years bruised,
Four years fighting, four years used.
Carried the weight till my back near broke,
Choked on silence, swallowed the smoke.
Four years of bills and sleepless nights,
Four years swinging at shadows and lies.
Loved and lost, trust turned thin,
Hiding the chaos I’m drowning in.
Four years scraping, hand to mouth,
Hope ran dry, compassion went south.
Friends fell off, love went cold,
Heart grew heavy, soul grew old.
I’ve been broke in ways that cash can’t show,
Held my tongue when I should’ve said “no.”
Smiled for my kids when I felt like dirt,
Carried their laughter to mask my hurt.
Four years clawing through grit and glass,
Watching the good days fade too fast.
But I kept walking, through storm and flame —
Bent but breathing, still in the game.
If pain’s a test, I’ve passed in blood,
Built from bone and fire and mud.
They thought I’d quit, thought I’d stay down —
But my scars are medals, my battle crown.
Four years wrecked me, left me raw —
But I’m still standing, ready for more.
The fight’s not done, the war’s not through —
I’ve bled for four years… I’ll bleed for two.
Copyright ©
Sam Russell
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