the years were not kind,
but neither was i fragile.
i stumbled, i fell,
yet i rose, again and again.
every scar, a map
of the places i thought
i’d never escape.
but i’m here.
and that,
is reason enough to be proud.
the years were not kind,
but neither was i fragile.
i stumbled, i fell,
yet i rose, again and again.
every scar, a map
of the places i thought
i’d never escape.
but i’m here.
and that,
is reason enough to be proud.