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I have been through many battles, Non of which have been on fields, Non against a nation, Or an army.

I have fought against scores of individuals, Along with the invisible enemy, Called emotions, Armorless and weaponless.

I faced them head on, I stood my ground, I took more blows than I gave, I. Still. Got. Back. Up.

Each and everyday, Exhausted, Depleted, I. Did. Not. Retreat.

The injuries I endured, Did not bleed, They were not wounds, That cut skin and flesh.

They aren’t the kind, That can be seen, Nor treated with medicine, Gauze or dressing.

My endurance, My stubborn strength, My determination, The fire that burns deep within,

Through every turn, Through every incident, Through every storm, Made me victorious.

I have no medals, To show my valor, But I wear my scars, With pride and honor.

I have been bent, I have been broken, More times, Than I can count.

Cracked, Shattered, Chipped, Scratched

I put myself together, Piece by piece, With glue, gold dust, And time.

Kintsugi Warrior, Am I.