There comes a time
you tire of crawling
when you grovel just enough
Suddenly
It does not hurt
any more.
There is no sadness
or feeling sorry for yourself.
You realize
you are not dead,
but you have been
beaten down
and you will go down
no farther.
So you fight back
You fight back
Against your oppressor
kick and stomp.
In justified retribution
you find out
that you were beating yourself.
In a list
A contest entry
- Anything to Inspire a Lost Soul by SoftlyScreaming.
1200 points, ended June 29, 49 entries
Honorable winner
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well, it seems like ive heard this before, just with different words.. i liked it, but it doesnt feel original.. you need something else. this was great for what it is, but i need more.. i can see you have talent, show me what it really is.. good luck in my contest and thank you for entering.
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WOW...I miss your stuff...You pirce me with your words...I feel this and am reminded not to grovel...not to fight ..forgive myself yet honor ME! love this! I ceae and desist....
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Often times we beat ourselves senseless! To many times! Thank you for reminding me I do this way too often to myself. ~Sie
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Very Good!
I can relate to this.
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Wow..been there done that..what a deep introspective view of the self...so much truth in your words. excellent my friend!
Ruby
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