Remember this

Surviving is never beautiful. 

It's not heroic, and it's never good.

It's something hard that makes us human.

It's the something desperate that might make tomorrow right.

Still, I have never 

moved and believed so solemnly, 

But with all the force that's in me.

Remember this;

Once there was a woman who knew no fear.

She knew the edges of a smile,

She knew the promises of fists,

She knew the coldness of the sun,

But she also knew love.

This is true. 

And maybe, 

This is my story, too.