The Flight of Fight

For Wednesday( September 2, 2015)

The Flight of Fight

Little kid I was 

Hit by stones of fuss

Perfectly imperfect

Teared in man's verdict 

Growing with it

Getting used to it

Acceptance was the name 

Of that pretty bitter game

I started to fight

With the guidance of Light

I stood firm 

Hoping strength will come to term 

Years passed 

Stronger I am because of the past

Never failed to smile

After being cut from one to another style 

Becoming vulnerable 

Making me more able 

Talents I have I know

Criticisms are making them grow

Soared high enough 

But wings want the tough 

Challenges between life and death 

Are daring me to catch my breath 

Flying higher altitude

 Fueled with right attitude

Keeping myself high spirited

Dreams and goals will be completed!

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