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Fighter


How many times had she fallen?
Crashed to the ground,
Bruised herself,
She pulled herself up,
Onwards she went,
Never looking back,
Well, not for long.
She had lost count of how many times she had been confused,
Hurt and upset,
Lost down the wrong road,
Frightened and alone,
Still she carried on.
So how many times did she have to crawl?
She knew she had been burned,
Scarred for life,
She liked it though,
They added to her,
Made her a warrior,
Fearless in her ways.
They thought she had been broken,
That she had to surrender,
Admit defeat,
How wrong they were,
She never did,
She conquered it all.
She had clawed her way out of the darkness,
She fought hard, She played tough.
Really she was sweet,
She was innocent,
Not that she liked to show that,
Better they think her mean,
A fighter to the end,
She finds a way to win,
Maybe that was her biggest sin.
Fighter, 3 Oct 2016 (C) M KA Crooks Poetry

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