• Strength & Courage
    Fujiko1, 12/6/09
    For: SVH

    Tears roll down my cheeks
    But I don’t catch them.
    I let them fall to the cold steel table that holds me.
    My body is bare; my hands and feet bound,
    tied to the four corners of the rectangle slab.
    Pain fills my body and my mind.
    I can feel the gaping hole in my chest where my heart once resided.
    It’s an open wound.
    Tears flow harder as I think of him.
    He’s the one who caused all this pain.
    He’s the one who ripped out my heart.
    He’s the one who tore it apart.

    The pain is numbing,
    but I feel so cold.
    There are four white walls around me,
    no door to be found.
    I try to scream for help,
    but a squeak is my sound.
    Can I be free from these chains I’ve bound?
    Another squeak, but then I ask this:
    My heart is gone, so how am I alive?
    I’m not, I tell myself.
    But I’m breathing.
    How?
    The bleeding has stopped;
    I’m encrusted in my own blood.

    With what little strength I bear,
    I rattle my chains.
    I want to be free.
    A strange epiphany tells me I can be.
    I wriggle my arms.
    I squirm all about.
    Then let out a deafening shout.
    My chains break;
    I’m set free.
    But what can I do?
    Can I be me?
    I’m strong, not weak.
    I can do this alone.
    I can depend on myself.
    I know I can.
    Strength and Courage
    That’s what it takes
    I will survive on my own.
    But…
    What if I don’t want to?