Sarah Cupitt

Life has been kind to me, on most days anyway
bestowed its finest lullabies in punctured stars
carrying the flutter of a fairy’s broken wing
like the rustle of leaves as the wind coaxes it
to play its instrument and reach for the sun
but in the unquiet wards of the local hospital
it’s the incessant beeps of fading monitors
the collective breath of struggle and torment
a constant reminder of the brevity of existence
and the lasting impact of a fractured heart.

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Humanity in the abyss — a noiseless wave gathers.
How much did darkness make you bleed and suffer,
force you to survive despite wanting to perish?

I missed a lot of life, but maybe you’ll recover.
Drowning beneath the waves, dying from thirst.
At least, at last, you’ll be able to feel…

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Sarah Cupitt

Sarah Cupitt

Feminist journalist and writer advocating for social change. Poetry is my creative form of expression. https://theauthortoria.com/