Survival, by Julia Subscribe to rss feed for 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.
Posted: 2008-05-20 02:09:51 UTC

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