Defiant

Okay I said I was post writings here, so here we go. This isn't the first poem I've written, but it's the only one I consider successful. And believe or not, I wrote it in a bathroom stall at work when I was feeling depressed.


Defiant

We are many we are scarred
We live on even marred

Wear my armor over my gown
We are lost we are found

We go on we endure
We stand up we are sure

When we give in that's our sin
Don't give in rewrite the end

Awake we fight not to drown
In our dreams we have renown

Outside the box we meet trouble
But we still rise from the rubble

Never safe outside the bubble
We're still defiant we don't grovel

The rains wash away the strife
Break these chains live our life

We made it back through the storm
Our hands are free our hearts are warm
-Claire Veade