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



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