A Poem. . .

I found this poem from one of my
blog entries from 2011.  

I like it.

I am a girl with one leg standing

I’ve been pushed around and used like a tool.

I’ve been deceived and taken for a fool.

I’ve taken the wrong turn and may have gotten lost

I’ve always found strength to fight my way back.

I am a girl with one leg standing.

I’ve felt the sting of being personally attacked.

I’ve learned who my friends are.

I’ve mournfully learned who my friends aren’t.

I’ve always found strength to fight my way back.

I am a girl with one leg standing.

I’ve felt the burden of loss, sadness, distress.

I know what it feels like to not fit in that dress.

I’ve experienced sorrow, depression, and have been emotionally bruised;

dammit, I’ve paid my dues!

I’ve always found strength to fight my way back.

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