A Hundred Times
I’ve been thrown down a hundred times.
I’ve been pulled up and propelled to the ground.
It felt so painful that I felt like I didn’t wanna get back up.
It hurt, and it hurt so much, that I just wanted to drown.
Drown myself in the pain.
Until I got to the hundredth time.
Again I get thrown down to the ground. But this time
I wanna turn back round and punch back. This time I wanna hurt back.
Except that I know that if I do; I’m the one who’s gonna push myself down to the floor.
I’m the one who’s gonna want to push me down.
I’m the one who’s gonna want to beat me up. a thousand times.
So I take this last hit. And I let it sink. I let it invade my body.
I let it shake my body.
I let it resonate down to my heart.
And after a few moments, I know. I know that I wanna put my hands in the mud. I know that I wanna push onto them to make me stand up.
I know that I wanna be here, standing up. I know that where I want to be
is right here, with you,
standing up.
Truly yours,
~ Aline Charles
