Race of Life.

Hurt, yet healing.

Scared, yet brave.

Alone, yet not.

Confused, yet guided.

Falling, yet running.

Cowardly, yet courageous.

 

They say she is hurt, scared, alone, confused, falling, and cowardly.

 

Yet; she is healing through bravery.  She is not alone, but guided.

She is not falling, she is running.  She is not cowardly.

 

She is courageous.

This poem is about: 
Me

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