This Title is Yours to Write

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Listen, kid, I know it hurts.

The bruises, I mean. The bruises hurt.

I know you’re tired of walking alone but

Please, hang on, a bit longer.

This poem is for the boy left alone where he felt safe

The one who watched the flowers grow and grow into

Nightmares.

I know you can’t stop feeling the blows but please

Keep walking.

I know they tried to bleach your heart.

Keep walking.

Shrug off the hate they throw like seeds,

Shake out the doubts that grew from these

Because you are more than what they say,

You have fought so hard each and every day

And you deserve better than what they’ve made

And keep walking, kid. Keep walking.