Nothing Except Myself

by Emily
(Madison, NJ)

They believe that I am afraid.
I fell a short, fast fall.
It hurt when I hit the ground,
But it didn't last long.
It stung, but like the quick sting
that doesn't make you cry.
I got up and kept on walking over broken glass,
I hoped to get my soul and body together.
I was like a puzzle broken apart.
Nothing made sense, but I was not afraid.
I was not afraid of anything.
Nothing except myself

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