I am violated—again, again—
A life etched in lack, a chronicle of pain.
Yet within this void, my spirit grinds its blade,
Friction of survival, the price unpaid.
Each violation strips me to the bone,
Yet scourges clean the filth I’ve known.
Barriers shatter—not with a cry, but a roar—
As astral fire floods through the cracked door.
Newton’s third law lives in my veins:
For every wound, a greater force remains.
Exhaustion? No—I am the storm’s eye,
Tireless. Untamed. The lightning they cannot defy.
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The old adage What doesn't kill you makes you stronger comes to mind. A lovely write powerful and inspiring. Very nice
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An uplifting and inspiring write , with message you can survive and will become stronger, enjoyed the read
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