What makes me strong?
Starting over. Standing back up. Coming to a dead end and having the courage to walk in the direction from which I just came.
It hurts to fall. It hurts to get disapointed. It hurts to invests in people who twist your trust. The scrapes on your knees will probably leave a bruise. They will most likely ache for a little while. They will scab over and eventually heal, but the mark will remain.
Despite these natural, unwanted tattoos on my skin, I continue to smile. And that is what makes me strong. That is what makes me, me.
Written for day 12 of OctPoWriMo