Falling down from the life that I knew,
in hindsight I was in survival mode all along.
How could I not be strong when it was the only option?
Looking back, it is clear as a bright day,
I endured and survived such abuse to stay alive.
How could I think straight when I was always fighting?
I walk today in the shadow of my past self,
A terrified child of in the midst of a catastrophised life.
How could I be anything else amongst all of that destruction?
It is strange to have clarity after years of chaos,
a lifting of the mist above the peace hidden by strife.
How can I do anything less than what I must do to thrive?
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