Shameless Me

Shameless me, I rise again,
Though marked by loss and seasoned pain;
I fall, I fail, I break, I bend—
Yet still I walk, I do not end.

Shameless me, with scars in sight,
Still chasing dawn through every night;
Mock if you must, judge what you see—
It takes some nerve to still be me.

Shameless me, who stays somehow,
With yesterday behind me now;
If living on is counted shame,
Then let me proudly bear the name.