Rise Above
To call it unexpected is an overstatement
I was so full of hope, with the sparkling twinkle in my eyes representing optimism
Then, everything changed and the world turned black and white
A shock was sent up and down my spine like a snake, and my entire persona changed
My security was shoken like a robber busting into your home
You robbed me
Though, I rose above
I took all the pain and turned it into an unwavering sense of action and purpose
I will now fight so that what you did will never happen again
It keeps happening, but I will fight until it does not.
I am inspired to b the brave one who stands up.
I will rise above the trauma.
And you will lay stuck in the same place.
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