A happy childhood, I had one
Once…
But now, finding myself alone,
is like reality slapping me on the face,
painfully… mercilessly… agonizingly slow… deadly…
Yet I’m alive,
Yes, I’m alive
not because I’m fortunate,
not because I’m given another chance
But because…
it would be unfair for the world
to see me get away with it
while others cannot
I have to feel the pain
I have to bear the hurt
I have to cry
I have to die…
Then live again,
For what? For whom?
I’m alone….
Alone
Poetry by May Ledesma-Barcenas | April 13, 2008