They Thought They Could Break Me Poem by Skylark Woodrow

They thought they could break me,
Crush me down to a more manageable size,
Tear me apart,
Leave me more dead than alive.
But there's iron in these bones,
And a fire in my soul;
I'm a spirit that is raging out of control.

They didn't know that when I'd come back, I'd come back fighting.
They didn't think that I'd be a problem when they thought I lay there dying;
But they'll get more than they ever reckoned for,
Because they...didn't...know...Me.
They didn't see the fire smoldering just behind my eyes.
They didn't see that my spirit was strong enough to withstand the fight.

No matter how hard they come at me,
I will come back harder.
No matter how strong they think they are,
I will always be stronger.
They. Can't. Win.

(18.10.12)