she was a comma,
and he was a period.
his life was ending,
while her time was myriad.
yet they came together,
refusing to give into defeat.
and they became a semicolon,
an eternal heartbeat.
their sentences should have ended,
yet the ink ran on.
where their voices should have stopped,
they turned instead into song.
so let this be a sign,
to all the fading warriors.
may you be a comma or a period,
your stories are not over.
;
dedicated to those who struggle every day, yet continue to fight.
you are the semicolon warriors.
YOU ARE READING
Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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