Won

Never can I truly know,

the pain within my heart.

Each time I brace,

to see the past,

I find I barely last.

My breath draws short,

my beating sides,

are aching with much fear.

My pulse is banging,

I am draining,

my blood from my mind.

Terror lasts,

then I blast,

a ray of hope and joy.

I am me,

and always be,

the bright

out lasting

one! 

K.A.P.

6/25/2009