i am a survivor
from a blanketed
dark past
chards of pain
that cut through
like ridged glass
all the piece shattered
ago
each represent a piece
from rape,
molestation,
and feeling so
alone
lemme get the broom
of life
and collect the chards
together
jigaw puzzle 'em
into something worthwhile
turns the frowns
somberness
into a joyous smiles
look at the negative like
a chapter
overcoming the tears
and reverse 'em to
laughter
empower myself
to be
the woman God
meant for me to
be
i am a survivor
from my own
bondage
years of weighing
me down
with the heaviness
metal's past
i realize i am
somebody
with a heart
and it's never too
to
start
become my own woman
and stop being
a victim
i am survivor
that's what i am
the hell with the
tears
the hell with the useless
fears
there's a new dawn
over the horizon
i am somebody
a new soul a-risen..
be blessed for the
eyes who read
this
you may have
felt a temporary
halt in your
life
and had cried
until your eyes
were puffy
all
night
you may feel
there's no ending
in your sight
a desolate road
and no light
you may have
feel darkness
overcome
like a quick
switch
and don't know
which is
which
well, God is with you
my friend...i hope you
get something out
of this...if not, reading
again and again...
much love...
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