I often forget the count
of the times when
taunts that pierce like arrows
have wounded me.
I do not remember if
it was once
or a gazillion times that
I have tasted the dust
mixed with the red of my blood.
I, however, smirk a little
everytime I fall to the ground.
I then get up again
and begin my fight once more.
I only hear people around me
singing along to the melody of love.
But I sing a song of courage
and the caravan of life goes on...
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
I often forget the count
of the times when
taunts that pierce like arrows
have wounded me.
I do not remember if
it was once
or a gazillion times that
I have tasted the dust
mixed with the red of my blood.
I, however, smirk a little
everytime I fall to the ground.
I then get up again
and begin my fight once more.
I only hear people around me
singing along to the melody of love.
But I sing a song of courage
and the caravan of life goes on...
