I Still Believe In Me Poem by chris schwartz

When there's nothing left
To believe in,
I believe in me.
Though the hand
From your heavy fist
Has bruised my body,
My heart still longs
To be me.
You have not darkened
My love for the sun
With your thunderstorms.
I have awkwardly stumbled
Through the dark,
Finding a passage
Where you can
No longer harm me.
My fear,
Leading me
Into the heart
Of the midnight
An unforgiving forest
Of hatred and guilt.
I have submerged,
Strong but changed,
Protected, but
Not unscathed,
Because the shelter
That I built
Was built with
Character and grace,
And the will
To never let you win.
I still
Believe in me.