The Reason I Still Breathe

What illustrates happiness in my life
May be completely different than yours.
I've encountered enough to know now
Sometimes we must make windows out of doors--
To see the light by allowing in hope
And appreciating the little things that most of us don't.

Though I'm young, my mind exceeds me
Portraying intelligence of an older being.
It takes mistakes to live and learn.
Experience and knowledge is how we earn
Patience with wisdom in due time,
For happiness only visits on occasion in life.

It seemed like forever, I lurked in the dark--
A cold lonely place where death didn't seem far.
Who could I confide in that wouldn't claim me insane
For fighting my Ex and self inflicting pain?
Three consecutive years I remained in this rut
Doing hard drugs to get a pick me up.

I pushed away loved ones while aquiring foes
I lost my job, my friends, and all sign hope.
Heavy drinking followed, until one close call:
I'd never been part of such violence, induced by alcohol.
My boyfriend at the time, was trying to put me to sleep
His arm clenched around my neck until I was chin deep.

I finally broke free, my mouth bleeding profusely,
I kept walking away as he continued following.
As he grabbed me from behind, with much disgust he
Said, "If I put you to sleep, perhaps you'll wake up sleeping beauty."
I began to lose consciousness when it finally sank in:
I didn't want to die, not yet, not like this.

I threw reverse punches until I escaped
I booked ass to my uncle's, 2 miles away
Alas he was home and I knew I was safe
As I walked up to hug him, I felt out of place
He looked at me, like I was an unfamiliar face
"Uncle.." I cried, as we continued to embrace.

I need not utter another word
For I saw his heart drop and completely shatter
He knew the culprit who was responsible
He replied, "I'm going to make that asshole
Wish he was dead when I'm though with him,
Because when you mess with one Behm, you mess with all of them."

Shortly after, my body revealed
Something was different, then it all became real:
I was pregnant, by a low life loser,
But I'll protect my little one from this abuser.
I'll love her to death and thereafter;
Deflect all the bad that tries to attack her.

I gave up on life, until I gave birth
To my beautiful girl on which I exert
My love, compassion, and energy.
For Kyra's the reason I still breathe
Her father and I weren't meant to be
So fate stepped in to allow me to see

Pain is temporary, death is for life
With the right support, we can win this fight
Fight I did, and I'm still here.
I encourage others to face their fears.
If I hadn't, my family would be mourning
Due to an inept feeling of finally say something

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