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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