Scarred and battered,
beaten and bruised.
Dreams once shattered,
naive and confused.
Hurt and bleeding,
Heart in pain.
Bent and broken,
Trapped and restrained.
This was once me,
Captor and victim.
Begging to be freed,
But lacking the wisdom.
Into the Abyss i stared,
It returned my gaze.
At each other we glared,
I snapped out of my Haze.
The time has come,
My soul needs to heal.
A heart once numb,
Again begins to feel.
What has happened is done,
The Past is behind me.
This battle i won,
It has not defined me.
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Comments2
It's so good 😊
Thank you Silver 🙂
G84,
It takes such strength to come up from this. You can sense the journey, the emotions and the power of self will you employed to get you there. A great read. A story of self resilience.
CLARA X
It made me realise I was already equipped with the tools I just needed a state of mind switch!
Thanks Clara x
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