Poems from Shant Alexanian
The blood, sweat and tears.
Sometimes life is a living hell.
See if I won’t stand right back up.
I won’t cower in a shell.
Think I’ll...
Raw emotion pours from my soul.
Like a winding road, it cannot be defined by a straight line.
It turns, then rises.
Veers, then dips.
To...
The weights I've chosen to shoulder
I bear not for my own intrinsic desires.
Regardless, I take another step forward
Relentless,...