I Was Here
By Ashley O’Hare
Lately my life feels
messy,
useless,
and wasteful.
All the pain I have endured—
nothing,
worthless,
and pitiful.
My story will never bring
joy,
happiness,
and inspiration.
It will stay within the prison of my mind—
trapped,
breathless,
and patient.
But I was here.
Nobody knows it,
but I was here.