Stumbled, fell, and broke your skull,
World shredded into smithereens.
Independence snatched,
Physiology forced to adapt,
Continuing classes, trying to reattach.
Services weaponized their power.
Trying to raid mine, they attacked from behind.
Taking the knife from my back,
I refused to fall victim to an attack.
I bled, swore, cried, screamed,
But I was blinded to anyone able to help me.
I hid in shadows,
Wounded warrior in a never-ending battle,
Still fighting for the relief Services kept from reach.
Glows shone from peers passing.
Oblivious to my gasping from a twisted blade
They claimed the light I was clawing to achieve.
Knife still in hand,
I traded it for a pen.
Written words changed worlds--
Passion churned to action.
Galaxies overshadowed by glowing awards
Lit up each backroad—each ally.
Ones stabbed were found.
Trading blades for lenses,
They could finally see their stars.
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