Fighting Spirit

Abused and misused for many years

Memories bring back biting tears

But now it doesn\'t have to be that way,

Thoughts of hurting no longer at my core

My mind and body don\'t have to be at war

The depression did not need to stay.


I lost my penchant for poetry

It\'s like I lost a piece of me

Life resumes at it\'s usual pace,

There is a fighting spirit inside

No longer needing a place to hide

A smile begins to form on my face.