Sometimes.
You have to stand
By yourself.
There is no one,
They may try,
But no one can
Feel
The tears you cry.
Understand,
The years of tried
Steel
Under fierce flames.
Carved names on my flesh.
Healed, scar tissues
Become
A veiled medal.
For underneath is
A power, vibrant,
Gold
Under the rising sun.
I have become the element
Only victors want.
Poetry by M.Dels
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