[Written: 2023-09-07]

When you find yourself beyond alone,

And no joy comes from the things that you own.

When you are your own company at dark,

And all you feel is a broken heart.

Can you understand your mind has been damaged,

And your pain has gone completely unmanaged.

Your home only feels ice bitingly cold,

And you don’t know if you are young or old.

When you are told you must atone,

Before you can find happiness at home.

At these points remember not to forget,

The world has not beat you yet.

You are a lone survivor,

And the worst is far behind ya.

Your story is just beginning to unfold,

Written in the shimmering ink from your heart made of gold,

This is the truth of the surviving desolated soul.

It’s an indominable and beautiful human nature to behold,

The prize you win – your own part of the world.

This is the truth of the surviving desolated soul,

The world couldn’t beat you and you broke the mold,

So, hold you head high and hold it bold,

As this is the truth of any surviving soul,

Or at least, this is what I have been told.