A silent warrior who takes things
blow by blow
one hit after another
never striking back
and is left to clean up the mess.
Each piece left to pick up is part of the fighter
her creativity and humor
her big open heart
her dreams and confidence
are all what people tried to force her to lose.
From where the sharp shards fell are
breaks and burns
deep cuts and gashes
which even after being mended are left as scars.
The fighter carefully places each
back held together with determination and hope.
The warrior presses on through life and its battles
without a word
without raising a fist
without ever striking back
instead continues to clean the clutter of her character.
Because in reality all those people who ever
tried to change her
tried to break her
tried to defeat her
failed to defeat this hushed warrior.
Despite all the things people have done
I refuse to quit and give in
I refuse to fight back
I refuse to change
because if I do I will become one of them.
So when you see me whether I’m
smiling and laughing with friends
kick-boxing in the gym
wiping the paint from my hands and face
you see who I truly am and will forever be even with my scars.