THRIVE
My being has shattered,
Pieces of me - scattered.
All hope that I held has diminished,
The last of my innocence - finished.
Wonder and joy, a distant memory.
I know the words, but I’ve lost the melody.
Darkness and distress, my only friends.
Watching the world through a distorted lens.
But deep within, part of me survives,
It’s screams echo inside -
“ I will not die”
It’s the hope I thought lost,
The innocence that had fled,
The wonder I had misplaced,
The melodies assumed dead.
They are alive!
Their screams intensify
“I will not die”
I will live, I will love,
Hope, wonder and sing,
“I didn’t just survive,
For now, I thrive”