I am not broken. I refuse to break.
I stand underneath a world of bullshit, like Atlas, my arms aching and my knees bending…but I don’t break. My muscles they strain and they tear…but they heal stronger. I heal stronger.
I am strong, steadfast and constant. My gaze does’t waver, it meets my enemies’ eyes. My arms may tremble but they do not drop.
And my mind provides the soundtrack for this feat. The ticking of a clock- the counting down until my legs can bend, my arms can arch, and I can throw this poisonous orb as far away as fucking possible.
Until then, I wait and I hold.