Torn broken shredded to pieces
Tearing of the soul
Churning of the gut
A heavy thumping chest
Like the end of the road
No where to go
No where to escape
Like the last days
Of a cancer sore
Choices to be made
To live or let go
I choose to live
With a head held high
I’m stronger than this storm
Can’t shake me off the ground
I’ll stay and I’ll live
I’ll face the storm till it passes
Till I get the strength
To live and move on
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