Being Brave.

Trying to keep standing up,
After so many - and still on - quakes
Leaving traces of the destruction along the way
Living to see, feel and tell it all
Believing, because without it, I would be nothing now.

Almost zero,
Doubts fill me
Questions leaves for a little my concussed head

Is there some light
forward and inside me
Or am I really giving myself to madness now?

Trying to stand up, be brave
It is difficult, to see, feel and tell people all
And that is why I am leaving this path
That is why I am beginning to living again
Believing, always and forever.