Go ahead,
rain on my parade.
Piss all over it;
see if that stops me.
If your knife in the back words
and your piano wire garrotte eyes
haven’t cut me down yet;
you’re going to have to try harder,
because I’m going to try harder.
Every littered failure I have left in my wake
is cause for retribution.
The carcass of every time I have been defeated,
becomes a ladder rung
as I go over the wall.
Some part of me
always knew the right way,
but I think that it takes
that razor blade moment
to let us know what is really on the line
before we rise
or fall
one final time.
I’ll keep fighting.
I’ll keep loving.
I’ll keep creating.
I’ll keep trying.
As long as there is breath in my body.
I will not give up.
-HG
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