Just Once
The Brightest Smiles Can Hide the Worst Pain
Behind her bright eyes
She's seen some things
Things that no one should have had to witness
Her vibrant smile
Has had to say goodbye
To people who should've never left
Her caring hands
Have had to defend her
Against those who were meant to protect her
Those strong legs?
They had to carry her, far and fast,
Away from the places
That should've been safe
Should've been home
Her life is a battle
Victories are always hard won
Day in
Day out
She fights for the right
To breathe another breath
To watch another sunrise
To live another day
The war is long
And stressful
And frightening
And she's just
So
Damn
Tired
All her life, she has survived
But just once
Once
She'd like to know what it means
To live
To flourish
To thrive
Just once
About the Creator
Mina Ramey
I read too much, I writing even more (Urban Fantasy is home sweet home!), and I have an almost unhealthy obsession with gaming. Any of my other oddities can be discussed over tea!
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