Casey Elaine Stevenson
Stories (3/0)
Before I Died
Every desperate breath I take does nothing to sustain the ache in my chest, the desire for air, the hope for life. My lungs seem to collapse in on themselves, rejecting the oxygen I’ve offered. My mind is turning blue. I’ve been depleted of strength to go on. My body is failing. My legs have gone weak and I sink to the floor. I cannot hold up my head and my arms fall dully to my side. I am a mind trapped in a stiff cold body. Soon there is nothing to offer lungs, no way for me to fill them with life. I am still and quiet, as the dirt falls around my cage and the men above mumble prayers.
By Casey Elaine Stevenson6 years ago in Poets
I Am Learning
I am learning. I am learning how to stand on my own two feet. I am learning what it is to be alone, and that it does not have to be lonely. And I am learning that friendship is a comfort, but not a cure. And I’ve found that no matter how many people are around you now, in the end you’re all you have.
By Casey Elaine Stevenson6 years ago in Poets