I bow my head, stare at the rocks under my feet arch my shoulders, but still something pulls my head high, makes me look up, straighten up. You can bow me, but you can't defeat me.
The pain is here. It'll stay but I'm not dearly cursed as to let myself be defeated. I am strong. I have rage. I have will. I will overcome. Even if it takes all parts of me, I'll be able to look up and smile. I'll be happy again. I'll be able to rest again. The nightmares will stop and I'll live.
