A Proud Survivor of Life

Coming like a beast towards my face in a hospital room life is at it again 

Constant battering I wonder if it will get easier or when it will be enough

The beast is ugly staring me in the face 

It's breath so putrid I can hardly breathe as it tries to suck the breath out of my lungs 

It's gaze like open books of my past stabbing me with memories of what has happened

of the cancer then of the tumors and the bullying

but I Am A Survivor

I gasp loosing this fight is not an option 

I am not ready to give up

I fight the beast

Punching and kicking I refuse to let it take me

It fights back knocking me to my knees 

Then pushing me to my face it steps on me making attempts to fight nearly impossible

Somehow I find a strength within something I never knew I had

I get up and I fight back stronger

because I Am A Fighter

I bring the beast to its knees and make it bow after almost a month of fighting I make it bow 

I make it wait

I stand up battered bruised and broken 

I stand up stronger and proud 

That day in the hospital room was just one more fight with the beast

I know more are coming that is inevitable but for now I have won 

for now I Am Victorious

This poem is about: 
Me

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