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?