Quasimodo

The humps on the back of a camel have been incorrectly believed to hold water

When in fact, they hold fat.
Stored away to provide energy to the even-toed ungulate
So it can survive long journies through an unforviging desert.

I, too, know what it’s like
To use the burdens I bear
That weigh me down,
The shouldered shackles of unshaking shame

And to turn those regrets into motivation

To push myself forward
And to keep me moving,

Even through the harshest of climates

For if I can’t forget,
And am forced to carry on,

Then I shall use these memories
That have grown to be a part of me

And make them the key
To my survival