I will be strong.
My body will be my armour for my soul.
My skin will be thick and all the shards will bounce off it.
I will protect my heart. Even as my
last defences are broken, you will not push through my last one.
And for all the wounds I have taken, I
will mend my heart. And every scar will be a reminder.
I will be in control.
I will breathe through the pain. I will
ride the waves and allow them to sweep me through the highs and the
lows.
As a knife is stuck inside me and
twisted in my gut, I will close my eyes.
I will breathe.
I will be strong.
I will live.
