Broken,sad, defeated I lay

By the hands of those, that gave.

Inflicting wounds on body and soul

So that I may never become whole.

They said, "It was funny that

You'd try to be as normal as day,

When you are certainly not brave

To withstand the blows we rained."

"Nay," in a soft, but strong voice I say

"I will not do as you bid,

Even though I may be meek

I am not weak.

I'll breakdown a million times

But I will stand and fight,

With all my might.

Rome wasn't built in a day

I'm here to stay."

"Though I'm trembling in front of you

I will stand for all that's true,

My journey will inspire

A flame for all to see,

And that is how

We make our own destiny."

A/N: Written as a comment for the @TELUS  #EndBullying #Writingcontest Poetry Contest.