It bit me deep,
Turned blood to stone,
Shed all alone.
A loss so great I could not count,
Nor feel, nor hide, no cost amount,
But pain a strange bedfellow makes,
With guarded smacks and hallowed shakes.
And somehow life keeps creeping back,
I know not how, I tried the lack,
So, picking up where I’d left off,
I stood, shook body, dusted off.
Life knocked me down, a chance to grow,
Or wallow in a self-made glow,
With fingers reaching for the light
Yet finding nothing but darkest night.
I will survive
© Robin McShane 2014
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