I Am.

Tue, 09/08/2015 - 19:24 -- jjyates

I                                                                             AM

Not                                                                     sad

Now.                                                            I AM

Simply                                                     just

A sur                                                -viv-

or. I                                            have

fought                                   with

that.                                that

glinting                    silver

demon.      I AM

golden and

undefined

I AM not

My scars.

Grinning wide,

That demon that

Used to rest beneath my

Mattress                      calls out,

Begging for                          blood to spill.

I AM not, I                                 AM                 not.

Gold,     I AM                              gold.                      My

Each            new                          day                              is

My                day.                          Do not.                             I

AM          not sad.                             Still,                                its

Mouth is open                                    wide.                          It

Grins. It                                                    knows.                 I

AM a                                                           survivor and

                                                                         I fight.

This poem is about: 
Me

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