Get Up, Try And Run Poem by clawdea benat

I rarely come out from my closet
Would it took this far that it would heated?
My eyes were already crippled
Taken and unknown creatures has been living in here

At the edge, my eyes are now invisible
The warm soul has been dreaded a long time ago
This eyes that was given has been replaced
Although the insanity and desperation remained

I wanted to reach the edge of Atlantic Ocean
Even though it is too impossible to crossed it
I had only wanted to feel that fears can break
So the sorrow will disappear

As I am leaning in a mango tree sitting down
I suddenly touch the door to truth
That’s when I realize then
My whole humanity is blurry

But even if I’ve been damage in this life
My God, my Father never stops talking to me
Telling me to stand up and
I am here always never giving up