Don't Tell Me You Will Never Make It Out Alive

Don't tell me
you will never make it
out alive
for I have heard soft voices
scream at the top of their lungs
in definace
against the world
as they crawled on their knees
I have seen tears fall down their faces
over shattered hearts
buried
six feet underground
and I have felt their shaking shoulders
as they turned their backs
and hid themselves
from the world that broke them

Yes,
I have heard those same soft voices
that were once coarse
and choked with anger
laugh out loud to the highest tops of the mounains
smiling bright
like they owned the sun
and the earth had revolved around them
I have seen them stagger until they walked again
And their bruises faded
And their hearts mended
With a mere blunt needle

So don't tell me you will never make it out alive
because there are far more survivors
who will tell you it gets better

For sadness could be rooted in you
and fear overlooms you
but never let it overcome you

This poem is about: 
My family

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