Transcendent

Get up, girl.

Knees skinned from praying,

Voice hoarse from explaining.

Wipe that nose.

Fixate mind. Compose.

Not today or tomorrow will life stop punching.

You learn to move-- to roll.

You learn to keep your eyes dry,

Your head high, your voice from shaking, lies from ingraining.

Miasmatic minds will try to poison who you are.

You've come so far to drown here now in tears shed on unscathed cheeks, on low hung shoulders, at the hands of those intent on breaking-- hellbent on annihilating who you are--

A force of nature.

An animal that breathes and speaks fire,

From deep within,

Burning--

Warming those you keep close by.

What you are is magic.

You may not feel it.

They made you forget.

I stand by to remind you.

You, my dear, transcend.