Cycle

It’s scary

how many times

I’ve been here

before.

Bruised, bloody, beaten.

Pieces of my heart

scattered over the

floor.

Balancing the tightrope

between life and death.

“I can’t continue

anymore.”

Yet, something strange

happens every time

deep within my

core.

I crawl, stumble

stagger and wobble

until suddenly I

soar.

Older original art by me.

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