Keep Going

I know.

You feel like you’re breaking.

There are times when none of us feel like we’re gonna make it,

one day you’re going to wake up and find yourself naked.

Back slid slip and tripped over trauma

s of what you thought was some former life,

and there you’ll lie

In a heap in the dirt; and it hurts.

You’ve got blood in your teeth

and mud in your hair,

from the ground that was beneath your feet,

no longer there

suddenly pressed against your face,

and each of those every day aches re-open into pains

and it’s such a struggle just to get up and get going again.

But you have to.

Because you are worth too much to let the dust dampen your wings .

No one is as weak as you thought you were

when you were crouched at the feet of whoever first taught you hurt.

Deaf, dumb blind and broken

you still bring too much to too many

to let a single stone throw you, so keep going.

Keep going,

because by falling down and getting up, you’re growing.

You’re showing the rest of us that found our paths by dumb luck

that you are stronger than any of us.

We may have made our nips and tucks,

and never tripped nor gotten stuck, but you

who trip and you fall,

and trip and fall

and get back up in spite of it all?

You make the rest of us think thank fuck that we never had to be you,

Because you are working towards immortal.

You’re going to make the easy dreamers see

that the only reason they aren’t weak

is because they never had the strength to be.

Because you are dirty and ugly and battered and bruised,

so used to abuse that disappointment does nothing to you,

now you are better than new.

You’re repaired, and beautiful.

So as you catch your bloodshot eyes

and cracked teeth in the mirror, smile.

Smile at how your hardships have made you file your fingers into claws,

how the flaws you etched upon your sleeves

now bleed into shields that protect you from the storm

and in ten years time,

when your wounds have worn into swords,

which you wield as weapons against the demons of the mind,

you will find that the waves of decay no longer move you.

That the time you spent crawling on the floor

taught you more than the years those who remained

spent hiding from the rain,

for now you are, Shameless.

You, the newly naked.

You, this once-wounded,

beautifully broken,

self-repaired

now self aware soldier before us.

Because now you’re real,

with nothing to hide.

When you smile it’s no longer the mask of self defence

of so many lesser women and men,

rather it is a window,

a mirror, through the weak can learn to be,

more like you.

Someone who has been broken.

And fixed.

Broken and fixed, and

broken and fixed, and

broken and bliss-torn,

half formed

and finally someone who is fully their own.

So, when you feel like you’re going through hell,

Keep going.