I’m convinced that these scars never really go away
So I’ll wear them with pride as more are added each day But the intention of life isn’t perfection you see It’s cauterizing bleeds and daring to dream So I laugh as you dare try oppress me with blame I’m more than just worthy; I’m amazing; I change. More armor gets hoisted; a new masterpiece It’s dangerous confronting a warrior unleashed After erosion of self, I’m silent no more Hope, a hellraiser, nailed to the floor Cruel and unusual; solitary sabotage Doubt sometimes the hardest barrage Guilt leaves you empty; expectations suppressed A destiny forlorn as you wonder what’s next But who cares if they squint; let your light be the beacon A forgery in lieu of authentic? A treason! So dare to tempt fate; flex your wings and then fly No reward without risk, so stop asking why Walk away from the hate, to yourself must be true. The difference between a statistic and success story...is you.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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