Poetry

The Nothing You Made

“No matter how hard you tried,
you could never break my spirit.”

It took years, but I clawed through the ruins that was my existence. I picked up the salvageable pieces and slowly built myself back up from nothing. The nothing you made of me. I found new pieces to build my foundations, and tossed away the ones you stacked on unstable ground.

And this. This is me now. This is me, living. This is me, standing on my own. No matter how hard you tried, you could never break my spirit.

© Sarah Doughty

Pick yourself up, dust off
the rubble, and rebuild.
Never let them win.

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