this is a war I’ll win
I’m a seventeen year old student from Archway School who aspires to be a poet.
Keep on Fighting
Fight, they say, like a battle arena,
Keep trying, hold on, don’t let go.
I’m a fighter. I’m a trier
but this is my civil war.
Cells rage against saviors: my own lungs drag me
Down.
Tubes sustain and masks buy time
which is now a priceless gift.
Flowers of red, blue and yellow.
Hope, love and a funeral parlor.
I’m a fighter. I’m a trier
but this is a war I’m loosing.
Blood burns and lungs drown in airless nothing.
Screams.
My screams of pain,
my child’s weep at time.
Fight, they say, like they understand.
Keep trying, I’ll hold on, never letting go.
I’m a fighter. I’m a trier
and this is a war I’ll win.
Hope.
My family and friends hold it
so I let it glow in me.
by Claire Gee (17) Archway School
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