I will not have my life be barricaded:
Blistered and broken
Torn and decrepit
My life will have purpose.
My blisters will become callouses,
That toughen me.
My broken heart will mend,
Its scar tissue making me brave.
My ligament tears,
To serve as lessons.
And my decrepit past,
A guiding light.
I will not wallow in self-pity,
Or defeat.
I will stand up.
Even if my legs shake
I will stand up.
Even if my stomach heaves.
I will stand up.
For me.
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