Bent, bowed, and bloody,
Almost broken
- but not quite.
I am not broken enough
to stop
- nor even
be allowed to stop.
Note: the phrase “bloodied, but unbowed” is used in the poem “Invictus”, and conveys a different sentiment - one of being injured, but not seriously harmed (not harmed of spirit, at least). The above is about a worse situation - when the injury has reached and harmed one’s spirit, but still one persists ...
I am a Wiradjuri-Widjabul Wiabol woman who was adopted out of culture, but has not yet found a way back.
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