Callouses
Life casts callouses on the broken tissues
When every battle becomes a scar
That reflects in the moonlight
We will know
That
We are fighters
When we ride the roller coasters of life
We sometimes focus
On the hornets in our stomachs
Rather than the fact that we are on top of the world
With the wind blowing between our hair
And beneath our wings
Life will plant anchors on our souls
But we can never forget
That it is always our choice
To be free
-m.c.-