Quiet Strength

My light being dimmed doesn't mean it'll fade out... It will NEVER fade out.

Sometimes my voice is tight and trapped as small and suffocated,

It catches in my throat with a little croak and I try not to choke on the words I swallow back,

My fists clench at my sides, my mind buzzes alive,

I breathe, and I tense and I focus on doing what I know I do best,

What I can do,

What I will do,

You can trap me,

You can disempower me,

You can torture me,

You can make my existence feel small and meaningless,

Like all it will ever include is suffering suffering suffering and silent nights of unanswered hopes and wishes,

Looking up at the sky and the stars that glitter like dreams, the most beautiful dreams, spread across it,

Physically I'm tied here but in my mind I'm there,

And can look up, to that life I want,

Like a prayer...

But you cannot stop me from doing what I know I was meant to do,

What I know I was born for,

There will not only be suffering for me,

And not because someone is coming to save me,

No, everyone is useless,

I've tried crying out for help enough times and times again to know that,

But because I will not break from you,

I will fight you to the very end,

I will resist until the last breath is drawn from my body,

I may let you think you've won, just for a little while, but I will not cower in submission,

I will NEVER cower in submission,

And I will do what I have to do - fight, bite, shout, run,

Grit, Sit, Punch, Kick,

Grind and grind and muster all my might,

I won't die in vain,

I will LIVE again,

In Quiet Strength,

In Quiet Strength...

I'm just biding my time,

Fighting for my life,

In Quiet Strength,

In Quiet Strength,

You won't win, won't be the death of me, as long as I'm alive,

It's me who'll be the one you fear,

When the tables turn,

I will survive.

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