Her love was never served on a silver platter,
So she licked it off knives.
Heartache tore apart her chest,
Soundless screams lodged in her throat.
She craved connection,
Longed for something real.
Bullet holes left punctures in her lungs,
Knives had etched maims across her back.
Even broken and battered,
Her refusal to fall was intact.
She'd survived to long,
To stop being:
Resilient,
A fighter,
Strong.
She has a warrior's heart.
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