Past Secret
Footsteps, shadows of doctors
I wait in pain, punched in the face by reality
The floor, filled with imprints of visitors
Fluorescent lights
A pulled out couch with uncensored tears,
draining out from the veins of my loved ones
"Get well soon" balloon ,
reflecting off my one and only window
Portraying a tangled system of lights in the night sky
The smell of truth tickles my nose
Delivering a smile knowing that everything is ok
My pain turns into wellness
Struggling , but I stand on my own
As I had put my feet in the shoes of a survivor to become one
And now, I am one
This poem is about:
Me
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