You could say I've been beaten

The verbal daggers aimed their course

I've been pierced by the bullets shot to kill

Yet can breathe again in the dead of night

 

More frequently he aimed

More frequently he missed

The lingering paradox hangs in the air

A cloud that blessed and cursed me

 

My mind can be a dystopia

Showing me slideshows of deep-rooted fear

Or it can be a wonderland

Proving once again that I am capable

 

While it fights with my heart, sweet friend

Come close and I'll let you inside

Your love fuels the very fire

That kept me warm in many a blizzard

 

The love which provides a shield

From the weapons of destruction

Even if the hand that launched them is spiteful

I'll survive on the fumes of compassion

 

So don't worry you beautiful soul

I may be a small figure finding her way

But my inner entity is strong

I have courage to face the blades

 

I haven't a clue why the gun turns towards me

Nor why the daggers are thrown so fiercely

But remember my resiliency and strength

And know I can pull my own weight and more

 

At the end of the day the wounds fade

I feel beautiful without the scars

And as the great ball of fire sets

I have survived again

 

~(8/3/14)

I am living proof that the more someone shoots hurtful things at you, the less it hurts. It really does make me feel strong knowing I can handle it myself.