We all have our injuries,
inside and out,
the difference being the power
we let pain bring about.
It’s a choice we make,
to let suffering consume,
or to breathe through the hurt
and reach for the moon.
Some are undone
by the smallest of scars --
others soar through torment
and commune with the stars.
Yet we cannot judge
the levels of tolerance others choose --
we can only walk
in our own tight-fitting shoes.
Will we trudge down the path
Defeated by our load,
Or will we dance, light-footed,
along that yellow-brick road?
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