Poem: Try to go

This not a storm that I want to battle.

It is one that I need to survive.

The challenges have gotten harder, and my loves have gone.

I do not know where to begin, but I do know where to end.

I want to be me.

The path to being free is full of bumps that you must take.

That is not my case.

My scars never heal.

I urge to belong in something that I no longer can call home.

This is where the secrets lie, and where the bodies have decayed.

My feet move, but my body just lays.

Why me is a question I can no longer ask.

Is this where I must parish, and fight to call it home?

This is only round 1.

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