One More Day

Buried Alive

The weight of her sorrow is heavy
Sun
shining
outside window
an insult to her pain

One moment she
floats
toward her dreams
Next
chains anchor her to pain
chaffing her delicate skin

Up the down staircase
Continually fighting her way back

She loves
She hates

Self
Others

A blend of the world equals her existence
Blood she bleeds
red as the rose
that pricks her finger

Darkness is relentless
Creeps
upon her
disguised
as a friend

Deep breath
She
inhales
the oxygen of hope

One more day

Just
one
more
day

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