There are times we all feel pain,
We all hurt, bleed, hate and cry.
But they are not signs of weakness,
But strength, that we can show the other side.
To feel down or sad,
Is a reminder that we are all alive.
It's when a loss does not sadden me,
I hope to cry to be revived.
To admit to this weakness,
Does not mean I am any less than you.
It shows I have drive and courage,
To show my enemies every wound.
Those that have healed show resilience,
It's a warning to those who wish to hurt.
Being sad is not defeat,
But a weapon, so be alert.
My pain, hurt, hate, tears and wounds,
Give me the courage to fight on once more.
Because I know I can overcome this,
Because my scars show I have before.
