Retitled Poem by jodi glass

so called damaged, still alive hiding scars
battles fought, wars won
standing strong, support required, but we are not damaged
life is just lived differently

trauma bought side effect, sensitive, but flip the coin
and they can say I survived, I still stand
but treated like egg shells that are scattered in a circle
strength pulled us through like when the black dog came to stay

personality affected. Patience and frustration lead a path,
newly forged. Not a detour. But life found a way to
show the real path for us
we found our way out of darkness

praise be, we were, like all, born with braveness
built in. to be used in case of emergency.
Scars show we won, and its the reason
these words are being read out

stand tall, shout out, I am me. I might be variant of the old me
BUT I AM ME.