I put up my guard, standing for all the right reasons.

My family look to me in the eye of disaster.

Wind blows through me, trying to push me down.

“I WILL NOT BE PUSHED DOWN!!!”, I yell to the Sky.

Everyone stops and stares at me.

The world stops and everything silences in my present.

No challenge will destroy me and no task will take me.

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