Bent and broken, into a better shape,
Adversity moulds me, into a man with a cape.
I don't become bitter, use it as a springboard,
To release the strength, that was inside stored.
I still dread and wonder, am I worthy of my pain?
Sacrifices notwithstanding, did morals go down the drain?
To survive and emerge stronger, is not always good,
I suffered, but in vain, for myself did I stood?
Would it have been better, for me to destruction choose?
Than to survive, or even flourish, and myself bit by bit lose?
What use is victory, when I am no longer myself?
In the quest for future, should I not on the past dwell?
When I started my dream, was to be a good human being,
To remain human despite setbacks, is incredibly freeing.
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