Survival
By Julia •
Survival is my desire.
My spirit clings to the sliver of a knot.
Tied at the end of my life.
If I let go will God catch me?
or is my time here on earth almost done?
I desire to survive not for me.
But for the little ones depending on me.
Breathe in and out I yell.
You must go on.
Your journey is not done.
You MUST survive.
My pulse is fading.
My hope is a distant memory.
I beg for mercy.
Breathe and Survive a new season will surely come.