A Toast

To stand tall when the world
Wants you down, dead, gone.

To fight when the one you fight
For doesn't want to be
Fought for.

To live when living hurts too
Much and you just wanna be
Gone.

To dance, to smile, to sing,
And to laugh,
When you know it's gonna
Piss someone off.

To hold the one you love
Tight to your chest,
Even when that loved one
Isn't there.

To look at your body and
Seeing mismatched parts.

To cry at night because you're
Scared you'll never see him again.

To look at your legs laced up
With lavender thread.

To saying sorry for something
That you should never have to
Say sorry for.

To the pain of knowing that you
Hurt the one you love, out of
Fear.

But lastly,
To the chance of walking on,
To continuing,
To making the world a better place.
To fighting.
To revolution.
To mistakes and triumphs.
To all the things that make me,
Me.
Thanks. I wouldn't have it any other way.