I am stronger than my traumas,
I am stronger than my sleepless nights,
I am stronger than the box of Pandora
I am stronger than my treacherous plight.
Scars decorate my body, inside and out, in such a way
That haunts and fuels the need
To march through the indelible, ghostly, flames
And wade through my darkness to take heed.
Memories plague an overly stimulated and anxious mind
While flashbacks torment throughout the day;
I cannot help myself but to find
That I am alone amongst the demons who wish to play.
I am stronger than my traumas,
I am stronger than my sleepless nights,
I am stronger than the box of Pandora
I am stronger than my treacherous plight.
Break me and see what blooms from the wreckage
Because I have gone to hell and have come back stronger -
I do not remain atop the soil to fulfill your fetish,
But to prove every single one of you wrong.
I am more than the battles I've fought,
I am more than the war that resides inside,
I am more than the wounds that left me fraught,
I am more than what was left behind.
