Poetry

I've been a victim of life
of situations and circumstances.

quietly, I've learnt to endure the pain and torture of being used, abused and misused.
and the disappointment of being unused and left to 'gather dust'.

calmly, i took those bullets of failure shot at me
as I learned to smile through the lashes of criticisms and disapproval.

i didn't choose any of these paths
never chose any of my "misfortunes"
but I choose never to allow it define me.

I have been a victim of life. yes,
but I choose to walk out of life as a victor
I'll bear the marks and wounds and scars
but they'll be proof that i survived
they'll tell tales of how i fought and won because I chose to be a victor.