I am more courage than strength, I think

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I am not my monster. I am not a gift of violence from fists my ancestors couldn’t hide. I am not ashamed of my demons.

I am not afraid to command the devil to do his darkest on my dark days.

I am not defeated. I am not the soldier with a sword in his flesh. I am not my own Jesus, with blood and water running from my sides. I am not your saviour. 

I am not bound to yesterday. The present is my means of moving forward. But I am not a slave. I am at no one’s mercy.

I am not desperate; I am hurting. I am not alone but my hands are tired.

I am not yesterday’s tears. I am not a body of water – moving, just to stop from standing in fear.

I am all strength. Well, mostly I think. I am more courage than strength. I am not broken. I am brave.

I am learning. I guess I’m somewhere in between.

I am not certain. I am trying to believe that I am capable of more than just the in and out of air. I am music and air.

I am not syllables caught mid windpipe.

I am breathing fluid fire set to burn the monster.


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