She sat on the kitchen floor Covered in cuts and bruises She stayed There until she was Willing to pick up The pieces and Clean up the misery- The shame She felt Before she rose Once more -Kel Dayheart
Never- ceasing
Dragged through the mud Tarnished and dinged up Chipped in places Cracked in others Still I raise up again And stand on my own two feet -Kel Dayheart
Unmoved
An unturned pebble In the roaring river Is much stronger Than it seems It is unmovable In the face of Adversary -Kel Dayheart
Inner Strength
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