Through the rubble, I emerge.
My scars are my glue.
Pain propels me into action.
I wasn’t held down, I flew.
My past has a purpose.
Acknowledge and rise.
It’s through fear that I grow.
More aware, more wise.
Love has its limits.
This I now know.
Can’t fix you, can fix me.
I will prove, I will show.
My heart beats anew.
A life to reclaim.
With strength in my spirit,
I embrace my own name.
Written by Rebecca Grace Snider
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