Ironclad Pride
Her ironclad pride protects her glass heart.
She lights up every world but her own.
She fights her mind, body, and soul alone.
Biting her tongue is her usual art.
She has become a slave to her grave past.
Faded echos shout at her every day.
Failure is what they call her sobriquet.
They taunt her by claiming she won't last.
Her dusted memories now are dingy flames.
They slowly rot her away to the core.
Setting her old self to muddy vapor.
Using her feeble remains in their games.
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8/13/2020
Contest: Be Inspired
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