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Relent.

  • Writer: Sam John
    Sam John
  • Mar 1
  • 1 min read

When the going gets tough, I can't stop going.


I push myself till the cracks appear.

Till the tears become impossible to ignore.

They pour over and aim to overwhelm me.


When I said, "Never. Turning. Back.", I meant it.

I fall to the floor but I do not let up.


With every ounce of strength left in me, I trust.

And I fall forward.

Face in the dust, bloodied and bruised.


I rise.


Yours faithfully,

Warrior.


 
 
 

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