Stubborn as a virtue

Should I give up then?

Hit the retreat button

and pray these festering sores

heal themselves up?

Did I give up when my mother screamed

and my father cried?

Did I die when he laid his hands on me,

and then fucking lied?

Did I give up when the hard came,

with no visible soft, to lie my heart down into?

Did I give up then?

Did I forget the words to my own mantra?

The vision of my own stubborn face in the mirror ?

Did I forget the nights that my core belief,

in myself, was the only damned thing

that kept me here?

Did I forget how to rise up, how to stand rigid,

how to spit into the face of my own fear?