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A blow hits.
Starting from the point of contact, it rushes from the nerve and quickly spreads.
Racing to all areas of my body.
And then another.
Creeping from my spine and fanning out to my wingspan.
I fall forward onto my knees.
Sore and bruised my knees are.
Exhausted, my body practically is glued to the floor.
The heat from my body radiates onto the cool floor.
It feels reviving and comforting.
But I won't give up yet.
I feel no pain.
It is numbed by my determination.
Slowly and weakly I arise again.
Ready for another hit.
I would not cower.
I take it as it comes.
A kick forces me back down and I'm reunited with the floor.
Welts become one with my skin.
I no longer have that golden tan but a blue purple shade.
Blood trickles and soaks my clothes.
And yet I'm dry eyed.
I would not shed a tear.
You would not hear a whimper from me.
I do not break.
I won't give my punishers the satisfaction.
Any crack in my exterior is a victory for them.
The sadistic grins that loom over me.
Tormenting me. Feeding on my discomfort.
My pain.
But so do I.
As the pain becomes worse, I become stronger.
I turn my weaknesses into my advantages.
Every scar is a reminder of a lesson taught and learned.
The lessons of embracing the pain, laughing at it.
If it's not a threat don't make it one.
I feel no pain.
I no longer hurt.
My body becomes deaden.
My pain is welcomed.
My pain becomes me.