Survival
Survival
Strength is gone,
a light breeze wafts over,
and effortlessly she falls.
A pathetic sight,
Searching for a will to survive.
It is all too familiar
That monotonous and never-ending cycle.
The light quickly fades,
Numbness turns to fear.
Adrenaline pumping
She kicks, desperate not to lose sight.
So deeply is it engraved –
The will to survive.
No doubt the cycle has not runs it’s course,
Yet she can dream that one day
She will not fall.
– Dipika Smith.
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