Confront

Face it,

Head on,

Like a dear in the headlights.

Look your demons in their cold, dead eyes

And take your freedom back.

Grab, and wrestle your life out of their torturous grasp.

Claw your way back to what is yours,

To what shouldn’t have ever been taken from you in the first place.

Don’t give them the satisfaction of victory,

When they knock you down,

Pull yourself back up,

Whatever way you can,

if only to spite them.

They don’t get to win.

Because the fight in you isn’t over,

And your spirit isn’t silenced,

The only way to win,

Is to dry your eyes,

fill your lungs,

and rise,

To confront another day.

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