When the rug was pulled from under her foot
When she fell flat on her face
She lost her perfect face to the scars
She gained a drive to perfect her mind
Her losses are what made her
When her world turned quiet
And she found no music around
She lost the rhythm she was swaying on
She started creating her own tunes
Her losses are what made her
When the room turned empty
And her shadow walked out the door
She found no one to laugh or cry with
She learnt to laugh and cry for herself
Her losses are what made her
When she looked down at the the edge of the ledge
And saw only darkness below
She couldn't find her way forward
She lit a flame within her and enjoyed the height
Her losses are what made her
- ©Haem Roy
January 2017
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