pride cometh etc

You’re not supposed to be proud. Say you are but don’t feel it, my god do now show it. That you glued yourself together with the scraps they forgot to steal and wanted more and held on with your fingernails and got back up. Learned to swim in the deep end and you don’t know what it feels like to find the bottom under your feet. You never even felt around to find it. You’re supposed to be grateful, but not for you. You saw it coming and took it in the teeth. You hold it in your arms while you sleep, your body like a question mark.