fight or flight
elbows grazed, bruises staining your skin,
scattered pieces of your heart lying before you
and the taste of blood in your mouth,
you lay on the ground, wondering if you will ever be strong enough
to face what has brought you down to your knees
but the frailest ray of light, the slightest rush of hope
will show you that it is not yet the end
healing, you will push your body off the floor
you will get up, aching still but standing tall
and you will find the courage to tell the world
that you are brave and won't give up
