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.