He asked me,
"Why are you?"
And I answered—
"I am
because I rose,
splintered from the pit,
baptised in ash and ache.
I am
because I crawled,
blooded and bruised,
through the drought of love,
through the silence of care.
I dreamed when dreams were stones,
hoped when hope was but a faint pulse.
I am
because I screamed,
'No!'
into the maw of ruin,
turned my face from the lure
of misery,
from the seduction of despair.
I am
because I dared,
arms flailing in the dark,
sinewed with the will
to climb a glass-sharp path,
to taste the wind again.
I am
because I did not stop—
be it soft grass or biting shards,
I endured.
The only way out
is through,
and through,
and through.
I scorned the pull of sorrow,
took each fractured breath
as proof.
I packed my wounds in silence,
carved them into steps—
baby steps
into giant leaps
of faith.
I am,
because I am worth
the fight,
because I said
yes
to
life."
I had intended on posting this poem with my ‘be remarkable’ post on Sunday… But I’m so cautious about keeping posts under the four-minute read mark.
I hope you enjoyed this one; this is one of my favourites - the titular question something I overheard on TV.
I appreciate you for reading, for sharing a part of your day with me.
Love and light 🌸🩷🌸
I am
Loving this piece.
So many great lines. I got a lot from this. Thank you!
Wow! This is very powerful. You're absolutely right, we must never lose that determination to keep fighting to overcome the obstacles life sometimes throws at us, because no matter how hard it seems at first, we will always emerge on the other side stronger... 😎