Survivor
Peaceful, and Silent is the world as gentle wind
Flows through my hair
A turning ice cream cone appears in the distance sky
Rumbling, I run for miles and miles
Faster and faster, finally
Allowing the wind to grab out at me
And
Wrap its self around me
Devoured by the ice cream cone
Walls of black covered the wonders of hope
I tried to get a grip of the last bit of light
Love, determination, and the
Urge to survive,
Powered me to follow my dreams and
Get hold of that last bit of light
I’ve waited my whole life
The new me as arrived
Afraid of nothing and ready to face
The harsh world
Once again
A survivor lives
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