Survivor

Survivor-Stella D’Vine

I am free.

I am scared.

My wings flutter and fall slightly against the wind.

I try to keep my balance.

I try to stay in the air.

My wings grow tired and droop.

Survivor.

You got this.

My brother’s voice hums in my head.

I got this.

I say with determination.

Survivor.

I am not going to give.

I’ll keep on surviving.

Survivor.

This poem is about: 
Me

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