I stand up to a hurricane of punches hitting against my body, a never ending threat that i cannot see nor gauge. Every punch is a reminder that i am alive, every punch is a reminder that i have failed again. I fall again, but i still see the blinding lights above and I still hear the hateful shouts abroad, I stand again though I don't know why.. In my mind there is a single thought that radiates throughout my body; Keep going. I lift up my head and continue taking steps into the Hurricane of blows.
Slowly I move foreword in this fight, seeing no chance to fight back. Each blow always feel harder than the last as I continue standing up again and again as a testament to something I refuse to understand. Every step I take seems meaningless, every hit I avoid or block seems like a small fleeting victory for me.
Sometimes I hear support in the crowds, but most times i hear anger. Are they angry I wont fall? are they angry I don't fight back? are they angry I am moving forword? I do not understand the people around me. All I know is this fight is me against them, I am here to prove my self to myself to those who doubted me and to those who refused to believe in me. 
-written by CandyGirlBonBon