a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








rise


You can beat me until I bleed. Keep kicking me while I'm down. Square in the stomach until I'm coughing up dark blood. You can beat me. Bruise me, batter me, humiliate me. Physically and mentally ruin me.

But I will always get back up.

Like the sun, in the east, I will rise. Like the mist in the morn, I will rise. Like a bird in a cage, when you open that door, I will fly.

I never asked for this life. This was the one I was given. I can only do my best.


written on 2003-05-13 at 11:21 p.m.

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