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Taanika Shankar Feb 2019
Since her childhood, she dreamed,
That her life would be more that it seemed;

That she wouldn’t just be another somebody,
Was something she would show to everybody;

Silently, she worked, not caring for recognition,
Past the occasional breakdown, she continued on her mission;

She wanted to be different,
To leave in this world her dent;

She was determined to rise,
Who could hold her down?

Some told her she couldn’t do it,
She told herself, especially to them, I’ll prove it;

Momentary lapses that lasted for days,
And loss of heart, she did face;

But she was determined to rise,
Who can hold her down?

Days turned into months, which turned into years,
Now, words of encouragement are what she hears;

She held on to her dream like it was her life,
But truth be told, it was no comparison;

Then one day, a stranger recognised her face,
In the tower she was building for herself, she was now far from the base;

Another day came where a stranger called her name loudly,
A name that had come to be associated with what she had worked on so proudly;

She was determined to rise,
And that dream, she made her life;

She was determined to rise,
Who could have held her down?
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2019
Finally
In silence
You'll find true self

How long
You have been lost
What
Ultimately matters
You'll realize
To be grateful to
Sunrise
Night sky
Faithful pray
The air
The water

That very moment
You'll authenticate
Your falls
Your losses
Your hurts
All with a pride

You'll conclude
Why loosing is winning
At the end
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Self Exploration
Bereniké Feb 2019
Before her eyes saw the light,
she was alone in pain and fear.
She wasn't all right.
One day she said: "Enough!"
This has to stop.
Along the way she heard words that cut like a knife.
Words that were harsh, but true.
Yet they only made her stronger - they made her fight.
Thus she fought like she never did before.
There were obstacles and traps.
Still she fought until all her limbs were sore.

And she won.


Can you win too?
nova Feb 2019
when he was six, he wanted to be a soldier
and he ran around with sticks and a too-big helmet on his head
and a raging fire of courage in his heart
and his grandfather pulled him into his lap and asked what he fought for.
his chest puffed up
and his chin jutted out
and his little voice squeaked, "I fight for what is right!"
and his grandpa shook his head and shooed him off to play.

when he was ten, he still wanted to be a soldier
and he came home one day with bruises on his elbows
and too much hurt in his heart
and his father asked him what was wrong.
his chest fell
and his chin shook
and his voice quivered when he said, "I fight for what's right."
and his father gave him a hug and talked to him about it.

when he was twelve, he still wanted to be a soldier
and he tried harder than everyone else to prove he had it in his head
and the determination in his heart
and his father got him his first .22 and showed him how to shoot it.
his chest puffed up
and his chin jutted out
and his voice cracked when he said, "I fight for what's good!"
and his father shook his head and taught him more.

when he was sixteen, he still wanted to be a soldier
and he walked around with a broken hand from having too big a head
and too much anger in his heart
and his doctor asked him what he did
his chest burned
and his chin clenched
and his voice was more growl when he said, "I fight for what's right."
and his doctor shook his head and told him not to do it again.

when he was eighteen, he signed up for the army
and he pushed himself harder to prove he still had it in his head
and the motivation in his heart
and his grandfather got sick that year and called him to his bedside.
his chest ached
and his head fell
and his voice broke when he said, "I still fight for what's right."
and his grandfather's hand went limp in his.
Zuzanna Jan 2019
She wore her scars
Like badges, they
Gleamed against her
Skin like armor she
Never thought she'll
Need, with a pencil in
Her hand feeling as if
She had been holding a
Sword, scratching against
The surface of each word
Being struck against her
Knowing the battle would
Be won only by her with
Fierce determination and
Fire in her veins creating
Defenses greater than empty
Words that felt like rocks
Being hurled at her.
This one goes out to anyone who needs to hear a good word today or any day. You might be battling something, that's okay because it'll make you stronger. You are a warrior, so fight a good fight and never give up.
Mia Sadoch Jan 2019
Maybe I'm in the right
Or maybe I'm the bad guy.
The truth of the matter is
I couldn't care less.

I just want to live my own way
Free of doubt and needless struggle
I was prepared for enemies
I don't mind them because I have loyal friends.

I just don't believe in living a lie...
So I'll make my own truth.
No matter who gets in my way.
Live your life, not others'.
Damian Murphy Jan 2019
Life may knock me down yet
Keep me down it cannot!
Up I shall always get
For give up I will not!
Breanna evans Jan 2019
out in the cold,
my muscles ache
too stiff to bend
too strong to break

there's work to do
there's wood to split
good thing I love
this kinda ****

I feel the shock,
I feel the sting
each time I make
a solid swing

too stiff to bend,
too strong to break
my hands are numb,
my muscles ache

my core is warm
like I'm on fire
but life don't stop
because I'm tired

each day's a fight
i'm gonna win it
I can't slow down
until I'm finished

have to stay warm
there's wood to split
good thing I love
this kinda ****
I like to take things easy, yet I enjoy manual labor. Keeps me from getting soft and reminds me that I'm not made of glass
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