A Walk of Courage by Sarah V. Rain
Cold and cautious,
remembering the days of misery and contempt,
hollow words and piercing gazes,
pinning me to the ground,
Not able to move,
withering like a wet cat
Aware of sneering faces,
And feeling berated.
Holding on to the precious self-respect
And gaining the strength
To take steps,
to move forward.
Head held high,
looking them dead in the eyes.
A slow smile forming on my face,
A sudden rush of self-confidence coursing through my veins,
I’ve won this battle and
Ready for next.
They may look me upon
As weak and breakable,
But the spirit of mine is unbreakable,
Gone through fire and molded with iron
took years of sweat and blood, which made my core stronger.
The faces now confused,
hushed voices getting louder,
I walk away without glancing backwards,
Not any more bothered.
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