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Charity Kosta

With every step and breath she takes,

They are always there to tear her down,

And so, with ever step and breath, her heart breaks.

Never will they stop themselves from making her drown.

With every passing day,

With more and more demands

They slowly carve a piece of her strength away.

Never will they stay their hands,

For she is nothing more than a tool to be used.

Knowing this will never end, she endures,

Having nothing to show for her efforts but being bruised,

With emotional and physical pain, for which there is no cure.

 

With every step and breath she takes,

What little confidence she had left,

Is thrown away like a pebble in a lake,

Until she is left with nothing but feeling bereft.

So tired of this life she was given,

Seeing no end in sight,

No longer does she feel driven,

After being denied any type of delight.

With every step and breath I take,

With every hit weighing on me,

There is a feeling that I cannot shake,

That with a single plea,

I might finally be free.

 

With every step she took,

She was in enough pain,

That every where she looked

She saw a potential enemy out for gain.

With every breath she took

The more exhausted of this life she became,

Until one day she set down her beloved book,

To go where she would no longer feel any shame.

With every step and breath she took,

She fought others for her life

Until no longer she was shook

And left for a place where there would be no strife.