I am here and unbroken
but what blood did I spill
to get this far up the path?
Should I wonder at my wrinkles?
Should I be proud of these scars?
Will I regret the choices
made in desperate seconds
that stretch like years before me
as I get to poke myself with them
making tiny beads of blood
that ever drape my heart?
While I am solidly standing,
I still have the pains that bow
lesser womens backs.
That was one of the best poems I have read ….
Thanks.it was a challenge from a friend..to make a bittersweet poem that reveals another side of me..I am glad you found something special in it.