We’re all like wounded animals
crawling through life
Dragging ourselves along the wayside
Sampling hopeful remedies as we go
Stopping to rest our bones
for awhile then limping on
Some cuts and burns never really heal
Some breaks just won’t mend
We adapt, like beasts in the wild
Our spirit broken, our hearts deformed
We nonetheless trudge on
unsungpoet 
Nice! I like this a lot.
Surely if it can be broken is it not our true spirit?
Oh dear. That should read. 😳
Surely if it can be broken it is not our true spirit?