Battle Scarred and Dangerous

There are days that I struggle; struggle terribly,

Days I know I’m not meeting up, no, I’m falling short,

Hours of wasted torment, non-stop tears,

Crackdowns, once more living in battles previously fought.

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I see the old war scars and the more recent bruises,

Yes, I stopped hiding them, once ashamed to let them be seen,

But I live with them on a daily basis; they’ve become my fight song,

They unravel the mysteries of who I am and where I’ve been.

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Destined to fight alone,

Destined to be my own saviour, my own hero,

To soldier on as others judge me with their preconceived notions,

Of what my life should be — armed with no knowledge, absolutely zero!

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Leave me in solitude and I will scream of silence,

I will raise my bloodied fists and proudly display my dark bruises with pride,

And when I have won the war, I’ll rise in strength,

Healing in gratitude, indestructible from the wild ride.

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Only then will I tell you all about it,

For it’s only after the pain has subsided that I can find my voice,

My soul proud of my wounds well received and overcome,

For I was never given any other choice.

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So, shatter my knee caps, break my breast bone, crush my fighting fists,

I’ll crawl to my survival and will rise once again,

I’ll swim through my tears of agony,

I’ll cloak myself within the horrendous pain.

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But when I succeed; when I stand bloody and broken, but not defeated,

I’ll use the last of my breath; I’ll stand tall and proudly contradictory,

And like the true badass Warrior that I’ve become,

I’ll scream to the world, declaring my final victory.

This piece has been inspired by this song…..my new 'fight' song that helps me find my inner strength when I believe I have lost it.

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Originally published on Medium