The hands on the clock keep ticking,
The pain in my heart still there
All the more reason to keep kicking
Face fear in the eye with a glare
Every moment has led me right here
All the times my heart was broken
Still haven’t caused me to disappear
And the words I need to say will be spoken.
Whether it’s my own mind that lied
Or the forked tongue of one I trusted,
The tears I cried will be dried
And pick myself up to be readjusted.
I’ve come too far to stop now
And a long way to go still
Because I will keep my vow
All of this won’t break my will.
I still have a burning bright fire
I hold the torch, my own flame’s carrier –
I am not just a survivor –
I am a warrior.
© Susan M. Moore
It’s been a very long time since I’ve written a new poem. Been away taking care of a lot of things and fighting through my depression. I’ve come a long, long way since my depression started all the way back in 2014 and the divorce in 2016.
I’ll take progress over perfection.
Much love to you all,