What you call Survival

by Amy   Nov 7, 2013

To sit in the darkness and
wonder what will happen
in the morning, is
very frightening.
It is hard not to know
if you'll have enough to sustain
you for the rest of the day,
not to know if you'll have the
strength to carry on.
Everday you fight
to try to stay alive
and all you can do is
keep on going.
You never rest and
never stop trying
only to do it again
the very next day.
I am frightened of
what you call, survival.


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