In my life there have been more tears and fears
That I would never wish on another soul
I won’t write you a script with a happy ending
I won’t silence the pain that I’ve held onto so tightly
Let me show you my pain, my struggles
That will make you cry
That will make you angry
That will make you wonder how I came to be.
My journey into the darkness
That has made me a beacon of light.
Let me show you the horrors and miracles of humanity
Let me show you the path that I walk.
A lonely child stuck in a dark room
With tears down her face
Where she cries not because of the toys she never got
But for the children who knew not what they did.
Who cast stones upon an already broken and burdened soul.
Her burdens were never hers to carry but she picked up
The cross that her mother often carried.
Watching over two young souls she did not birth,
Only to be beaten with a guilt for wishing them born
Into a home filled with anger and scorn.
Not knowing that the wish she made would come true
Crying herself to sleep with a blame she cast upon herself
Words could not express this girl’s pain and sorrow
As she did her best
looking forward to a better tomorrow.
Every day she looked in the mirror
Knowing that a new turn must be taken
Otherwise her life might go
In a way that will not benefit the whole.
The girl grew into a young woman
With a beast of rebellion
That made her a reckless hellion.
Still she knew that something must be done
For her to let go of this invisible cross
She still carried.
One day in her world a light of hope
She heard from the voice of a
Man that would change her world.
He showed her a new way to be in the world
To let go of the ghosts that haunted her dreams
To empower herself
with a new world with meaning.
He planted a seed in her
That she had worth.
That a man must see that before he can enter.
Transforming this broken girl
Into a powerful woman
Letting go of the weight that she carried
She began to see and feel the light that
Begged to come forth from within her.
That began arose with a fiery passion
That expresses itself in her daily works
Her family, friends, art, and her poetry.