And I want people to know that these words are mine, That each verse is me surviving, That every word is evidence of me fighting, That every single quote was a soul that left a bandage or a scar, These words are proof that I’m here, Because being here, Means I’ve beat my own fear, I learned how to swim, In my own ocean, As the water used to flood my soul. And choke me. These words look me in the eye, And assure me, That there’s no reason to shed another tear. -not just poetry
