Fight short poem

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Sometimes you realise you’re stronger than you thought,
In hindsight you can surely see,
The person that you are and all but had forgot,
Lost sight of the person you could be.

No matter in life whatever dragged you down,
You always dragged yourself up,
The strength you showed not staying on the ground
You fought back and never gave up!

So much in you that’s been an oversight,
Much more than you had ever thought,
You put on your gloves, ready to fight,
For all you that knew you were not.

I remembered a quote I’d read somewhere,
It assured me my hope’s never gone,
It told me to always to be so aware,
Of why I had held on so long.

It’s safe to say that I’ve shocked some of them,
That thought alone makes me smile,
I always knew that one day then,
I’d see that my fight was worthwhile

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