Shaking the dust off lets some of my armor fall too. I am at my weakest. The last round sent me to the floor. Why did i get up? Why? I can't walk. I step funny. I'm mistaken for a dolt. My core is exposed. There is no more time for tears. No more. The blood is dry; my scars are exposed again. I stand alone. I am on that edge again. So many times i have come close... I can't be pushed. I move myself. What life deals to me, i take. I smile. I spit. I say "Come get me..."
I emerge. Like the fires of the phoenix i light up! Soon there is no stopping me. I need no walls, or armor. There is nothing to run from. Look at my scars. Look at what I am. I dare them to stop me...
And it is over. I sit. My blood didn't spill. It didn't stir. It fuels the engine of my soul. Look for me at the top of the mount...
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