I am stronger,
than I give myself credit.
I may not be able to move mountains
with my body
but I can cut through anyone with my words.
I am more than my pain,
the broken parts of me
that I’m often forced
to fixate on.
They dominate my thoughts
and conquer through my optimism,
yet it’s never completely eradicated.
There’s a glimmer of hope within me,
It never fades.
A glowing ember
of my fight to exist.
My scars are the coordinates
to every battle location
I’ve even been to war at.
I’m stronger than these thoughts,
that tell me I’m too weak.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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