Look at my bruised body - I am beaten,
Look in my eyes - do they seem heathen?
My body is drain of power and blood,
My eyes are dried of tears that used to flood.
I can barley stand - my body trembles,
I am confused but my mind still remembers
What happened before
I found myself down on the floor.
You were after me - throwing stones
For a reason that no one knows
And I was running trying to hide,
But you were like my shadow - always by my side.
The wind blow is strong just like my beating heart
And the sparkles in my eyes light my way through dark
And now this excruciating pain seems easy to take
For you try to destroy something that can't break.
You hit me so hard I almost shattered when I fell,
You wanted to make a deal, but my soul I wouldn't sell,
So you got angry and you hit me once more -
I seemed weary, but I was still strong deep in my core.
My body was powerless, but my mind told me to go on,
So I took your beating until you were gone;
Now I lay almost unconscious on this floor of dust
And I hear the clock ticking with crimson rust.
And with each tick-tack another second goes by,
My swollen eyes stare empty at the darkened sky
And as hours pass away I feel more and more tired,
But I still hold on which is to be admired.
And when I feel like falling in a dark endless sleep
I hear angels sing canticles wrapped in a silent weep
And my livid frozen face is warmed by an exquisite light
As the angels lift me in their arms so I can get through this night.
Each and every muscle hurts but I cannot help but smile
To thank my saviors again for not letting me surrender in this dust pile,
For their presence seems to heal my wounds so fast and I soon feel better,
As my injected eyes make me see that you're here with me - we are together.
You are here to sustain me, to hold me so I will never fall,
Whispering "You're not alone, honey" for love prevails over all;
Now I can stand up by myself, I feel revived and stronger than before
Feeling confident that I can take that horrid beating once more.
~~~~ I wrote the first part when I was feeling very down and I felt I had to fight by my own and it was hard, but I did not give up. The last part is written after a few days (four, I think) when my loved one helped me feel better and thanks to my angels and my loved one I feel like I am winning this fight after all. I hope I managed to write these feelings in a way that will make this poem enjoyable. Never lose hope, my friends, you can win no matter if you fight alone or are being helped... it all depends on you. Take care and best wishes to everyone ~~~~
