The Fight
My ugliness had faded
but you brought it back.
Every weapon made by man
had begun to hack.
Thinking I was something
had become again the past.
You began to drag me down
and succeeded way too fast.
Your hateful words and deeds
spread through me like disease.
Your endless betrayal
brought me to my knees.
But I won't burn in the fire
you plagued me with back then.
I will spring from these ashes
and pray this away again.
No more will this oppression
be the cause of all my pain.
Like cancer I will fight you
and rid myself of this disdain.
Copyright © Stephanie Roth | Year Posted 2012
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