Wounded
I am wounded.
Pierced by words
That impale, sharp as glass.
Fractured
My confidence is factured.
Struck by phrases
That strike, hard as a hammer
Rise.
I will rise.
A Phoenix
Still smoldering and covered
In my own ashes of defeat
I will
Rise.
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