• brianna_m_salmon 5w

    I squint at the light,
    That shines through the cracks,
    Of the shades of my life,
    Bringing news of newness,
    And observations of a passed disaster,
    Standing on top of the rubble,
    I was buried in,
    Bruised and bleeding,
    Barely alive,
    Scared of the hope that bubbles inside,
    Comforted by the fear of death within life.
    But I survive.