What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger.
I told that to my mother
after panting from exercise.
She stabbed my heart with a smile
and buried me inside a hug.
What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger.
I told the same to a friend
who survived a car crash.
Immediately, I felt regret
as I saw tears cascade down his face,
empty without expression.
On that day, he lost his lover
and two of his right fingers.
Sometimes what doesn't kill you
let's you live
to watch a part of you die.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
