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Jul 2017
Weary, so weary. ..
Exhausted I'm spent.
I'm broke down,
I'm damaged,
Ive got nothing left.

Weakness taken hold,
Strength nonexistent.
Dazed and confused,
I just need a minute!

To catch my breath!
To find my sight!
Before I lose my balance!
Just hold on!
One more step!
Where's the map?
I'm lost!
I've had it!

With bones of glass,
With paper skin,
With hands that won't quit shaking.
I can't hold on,
Alone again,
I'm cracked, I'm suffocating.

My mind frazzled,
My heart defeated.
My courage lost at sea.
Dragging my baggage,
I stand at the edge,
I cannot even see!

I scream straight from my soul.
Holler out with no control.
Fatigued, defenseless, collapsed,
Silent tears soak my knees.
I sob, I weep, I cry out loud,
Why me,
Can't breath,
Knocked to the ground.

Yet no one will know,
Or don't seem to care.
How fragile they've made me,
Each taking their share.
I beg, I plea, I gag on spite,
I hear them laugh in great delight.

They light me up,
They burn me down.
They dance on top,
They spin around.
They drag me under,
They watch me suffer,
They walk away,
They grin and chuckle.

Gasping for life,
Pull myself from the rubble,
A shadow of ashes,
An outline in dust,
Flames lit in my soul,
Give strength from within.
A Phoenix I rise,
No choice,
I must.
Glass is  Sharpest when Brokenβ„’Β Β By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea
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Nadia DeLevea  24/F/The Land of Lost Souls
(24/F/The Land of Lost Souls)   
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