The Fortune of Courage

It's cold out, and the weather's frigid. 

I frown throughout the dreary day.

The sky is blank and there are no clouds.

Gray and wasted away.


My emotions have run high.

My patience are way too low.

I cannot imagine how I am to get passed this horrible time, blow to blow.

They keep coming, stalking me.


I am now a mute spectacle.

Made fun of for all of the world to see.

One thing they always ask is,

how do I live  life being me?


I cry and cry myself to sleep at night.

I feel as if all fight have left my forgotten body.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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