Moments

Lost
Spiraling
Falling, lower and lower

Still.

I catch my breath.

I catch myself.

I catch my soul.

I waver

I bend

However

        I breathe.

I refuse to break.

I refuse to return to my dark little hole.

I want to shine

I want to take what I have earned.

What I have paid for.

My soul has been chipped

piece by piece.

I gave my pieces.

I am done.

I want what is owed.

My soul is worth

something.

In return for the  pieces

for struggles

for pain

We are owed 

            Moments.

I want my moments.

I refuse to give more until I am paid.

Post Script:

A reflection on perseverance, boundaries, and knowing one’s worth.

-S.