I love falling.
Hurting my knees.
I love being hurt.
I adore the gnawing pain and heartache,
And I revel in the feeling of loss.
"No, you can't!"
Massage my ears,
Decorated with smiling sticker faces.
There is no greater motivation.
Every time I am knocked down,
Is another opportunity to stand,
Brush the dust off of my knees,
''Is that all you've got?"