This girl is a fighter
Worn out but held
Together with nuts and bolts
Tightened by will power,
And she staggers when she
Walks only because the road
Is riddled with pot holes
Dug out by those
Who tread before her.
*This poem is dedicated to a good friend of mine who has battled Leukemia and who has won. (Here's to hoping you're cancer free for the rest of your life).*
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoesíaA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
