When darkness came in an engulfed bulk of sorrow,
I didn’t know how far and deep the loss would be.
Slowly they had become a reminder of what I no longer had
A reminder of the privileges I lost
I was sinking and fighting to stay afloat
I thought “this isn’t in a good place. I can’t bring them here”
I will go alone, die alone, and fight it all alone
And if I fought harder, and won
Then I would see them again and they would see me again.
In a happy place where I’m no longer fighting to breathe
A place where I’m no longer fighting to stay alive.
Where I’m no longer fighting to survive
And so here I stand Alive
I found a space, I found the place
where they could walk in at any time.
But can they see it yet?
The struggle to find identity was over
I am here now. The Spirit Lives
And I stay true to what I am

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