I can't bear it,

How am I going to stand,

Bloody and broken as I am?

Why should I fight,

All I need to do is close my eyes,

Thats all.

No more pain,

And shadow hauntings.

No more harsh words,

And false hope.

Theres no reason,

To open my eyes again.

Why should I willingly

Go back to that nightmare?

Than I hear far away,

In the din.

"Are you alive?"

Shallow breathing,

As I struggle,

To voice my existence.

"Yeah"

"Can you remember?"

No I want to utter,

but something stops me.

Colors pass,

To many at once.

As I screw my eyes shut,

Faces flash by.

Mustering some of what strength I have

I finally say.

"Yes"

"Can you stand?"

I struggle to rise,

Blood continues to pool,

My body screams in protest.

"Can you stand?"

The voice repeats,

Gritting my teeth,

And my muscles start flex,

As I struggle.

"Yes"

I mutter.

"Can you stand?"

My sight is blurry,

My balance destroyed.

I can not keep my legs still,

As they shake,

With my weight.

My head is down,

I don't answer it,

"Can you stand?"

They say again,

I finally can see,

Nothing clouds my way.

"Fight!"

They yell.

Finally,

I rush forward and do just that.

For them,

"I will."