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Last Breath- A poem about emotional weight
Title: Last Breath
Chains hold me to the floor
Hopes cold and withered to the core
An ash of what they used to be
A shriveled grin of my humanity
Take a picture to remember me
Cause the days are wearing me away
And I'm running out of things to say
The silence of a prayer is all that remains
I'm breaking in a pool of glass
Spread at my feet like shards of past
That pieced together remain true
Along with the scars, the black and the blue
Cause it's not what I see or even wish
It's not what is beyond control
It's that part that's hidden away
The hidden pigment of my soul
You can't always hide; pretend; and fake
When your shoulders feel as though they could break
A heart slashed open; a gaping hole
Cause life has changed; beyond control
It's not about changing what you need to be
It's about surviving; with a hope to believe
That today could be tomorrow's past
Or the weight could win with this breath as the last