After the storm
my body is broken
rising with a
bruised soul
as a war rages
on behind me
exploding in flames
blazing in the fires
of a world that
that is burning
sending its heat
to reach out to me
unable to touch me
screaming in anger
as I walk on
leaving it behind
to melt
with the destruction
of a world
I no longer know
but fought through
as it bruised me
breaking my body
but I'm still standing
after the storm
I'm still standing.
sometimes after the storm that is the best we can hope, is that we will still be standing...
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