(I am)

I am the swollen shiner  from life's sucker punches. Bloodied noses from left field jabs. The kidneys that feel the brunt force when you get stabbed in the back.

I am the intricate plan, designed so you can fail, the question with no right answer.

I am the fighting chance and strands of hope, morally pulling you through times of disaster.

I am the child holding a bottle of jack daniels, flying off the handles of life and landing in shambles.

I am the realization that nukes will not be our finale, that our world is ******, we have one last tally.

I am a poem, of a child so true, about lifes questioning lessons with nothing left to do....but wait.

I am....