Within Your Chest
Spirit will ……never vanish.
The darkest hour…upon the isle's stage.
No, I simply cannot let it be so for me ever.
On a desolate isle, I refuse to back down.
Standing before the Lord of Flies.
A volleyball, a noose, a blade.
I'll stand with this shape.
A beating heart.
Alive.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world