“why are you?”

A poem

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."

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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 🌸🩷🌸