Starrla's Poem 2

I Am Breathing

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

They stole my gifts.

They blindfolded, bruised, and bound me.

I am hurt but I’m not broken.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

He washed the blood and took the pain away.

He didn’t take the blindfold off but I don’t need eyes to see.

I am confused but I’m not letting it throw me.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

She dug in deep with her talons sharp and stole what was mine.

She doesn’t know that everything is not as it seems.

I know more about my gifts than she can understand with just a taste.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

He washed the tears away again.

He apologized although he did not sin.

He took loosened the ropes that bind me.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

She takes a little more of me every day.

And afterward I feel less, less than what I am, less than what I was.

I don’t know how much more of this torture I can take.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

He gives me his strength so I can stand.

He promises he’ll get me out.

I still don’t understand what all this change is about.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.