By Jayita Chatterjee

I learnt to live, I learnt to stay
A voice inside me told me to pray
To give thanks and stay the way,
And not to think of what’s beyond today.
When I was weak… each day was hard
I could tell no days apart.
My body was battered... it wept, it cried
It wanted to break away and die.
But my spirit held strong and wouldn't let me give up.
The ravaged spirit wouldn’t give up.
I despised how I wasn’t strong
I felt I didn’t belong
I needed help with little things
I had to learn it wasn’t wrong.