I got left behind in the darkness to die,
I had to learn how to fight with two bruised up fists
And I had to learn how to run with two broken legs.
I learned to sleep with one eye open
And I learned to hide when I heard noise in the streets.
Was I not pretty enough for the world?
Perhaps I wasn't skinny enough,
Was my weak body not as untouchable as yours was?
Could the world really move on without my presence?
They could and they did,
They kicked me to ground and put me in a casket and forgot my name,
But the way they didn't  me around was the way I no longer needed them.
I was raised from the dead and flew over their heads,
They asked me how I grew wings,
I responded by telling them that when you're underground for so long you give up on someone finding you because after a while people stop looking,
I had to be my own hero because I wanted to live.
I wanted live while others were content with dying,
That's how I grew wings.
Their heavy words can't stop me from rising anymore,
My demons can't take me back anymore,
And their ugly truth is now a beautiful dream that I live every day.
You thought me left me there to rot,
But I will dig myself out before giving up and letting myself die.
-E.R.