Still Moving Forward

This is not an apology,

I stand here for the world to see.

When life tried to hold me down, I got up off my knees. 


The scars that I bear,

that you cannot see,

do not define me. 

I wear them proudly on my sleeve,

like battle scars.

Proof that you can overcome adversity

and craniofacial anomalies.


Instead of breaking, I bent.

To school and work, I went.

Moving forward and pushing back,

I refuse to crack,

from the pressure of each setback.


Like a phoenix, I will rise.

This is my rallying cry. 

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