You despise my presence
on your scathed body
But I refuse to give up on you
I refuse to let you expel me from you presence

You dismiss me time and again,
Yet I refuse to leave without making my existence whole

You constantly put thorns in my path
Which causes me to pause,
To sit down and to pull them out
from my feet - one by one
And I get up and continue on the road of life

And just as I find myself making progress,
Gaining strength
Gaining rhythm
Gaining stability,
-You spread out the huge roots and branches of your trees in my path
And I trip
And I fall
But I get up again
Bruised and battered,
I get up
And I walk on
I may stumble and I may fall
But continue, I will
Your scathed emptiness you offer me
With a scoff and the hope that I will gulp it all up
And choke on it
But I refuse to accept your abuse anymore
I have decided
To stop surviving the grave and distasteful attempts at my life
And to start living!