From Where Comes Strength?

From where comes strength?

From harsh words and beatings?

No, I say.

That awful way

Is naught but self-defeating.

It’s from within.

It grows with facing,

Facing me,


Til it’s betterment I’m chasing.

We’re strong when we are scared,

But loving anyway.

Hurt, we heal.

Numb, we feel.

We want to flee… but stay.

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What I Decide

Am I the monster some might see

If granted glimpses into me?

They might say I’m “of a kind,”

Pass me by, and pay no mind;

Or given cause to raise a shout,

Make sure I know what I’m about,

Yet “they” are naught but static sound,

Critics who were not around

To see the changes I have made,

The ways I’ve grown, the price I’ve paid.

So let them their misleadings spout;

As for me, I hold no doubt

That, as far as I foresee,

I’ll be what I decide to be.

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The Fight Goes On

Win or lose

The fight goes on.

Don’t be confused.

The fight goes on.

Since time began,

The fight goes on.

Now take your stand.

The fight goes on.

With battles won,

The fight goes on.

When we’re undone,

The fight goes on.

If you stumble,

The fight goes on.

Don’t you crumble.

The fight goes on.

Never fret.

The fight goes on.

Never forget,

The fight goes on.

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