By: Ashley O’Hare
I am a warrior fighting a war in my mind.
I am not a victim, crippled by words with empty meaning.
I am an ocean wave, crashing onto the shore.
I am not a child’s bucket left behind to drown.
I am made up of scars and bruises I have learned to adore.
I am not broken by the cuts you made me endure.
I am the deep inhalation of oxygen.
I am not the destruction of my frail integrity.
I am strong.
I am not fragile.
I am capable of sewing myself back together.
I am not your little sister’s teddy bear, begging for a seamstress’s hand.
I am the thorns of a stem.
I am not the delicate petal between your fingertips.
I am a follower of my own dreams.
I am not following you.