Survivors

These are words for the homesick
For the beaten
The lost, the broke, the defeated

A poem for the heartsick
For the standbys
Living life, in the shadow of the goodbye

Do you remember when we learned how to fly?
We’d play make-believe
We were young and had time on our side

You’re stuck, on the ground
Got lost, can’t be found
Just remember that you’re still alive

Stoic Poetry

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