Poetry

[21/365]

Once Upon A Time by Kori | Written 1/21/17

I used to have this sinking feeling,

when asked about the future.

Happiness was my own death,

there was no 10 years from now.

My mind was made up.

Being in a black hole is no vacation.

Alone, afraid, and confused.

I don’t know how I made it out of that hell,

and now death is far from my thoughts.

Despite my strengths and triumphs,

I struggle to stay in the light.

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