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Freedom From FearA fragile state of mind, A life of misery. Memories so cold, Is this whats meant for me. Hear my voice now, As i stand ten feet tall. I ain't a scared child no more, I do not stand small. I will shout out for help, I will talk with anyone. I am not ashamed of this, No wrongs have i done. I could hide away forever, Or run and not look back. But what good would that do, Sounds harsh but its a fact. I can't run from my problem, Not problems like these. They will haunt me forever, They will continue to tease. I must stand strong, I know i can do this. If i believe in myself, I will not lose it. I can cry all i want, But it don't get me nowhere, Just leaving him still hurt me, That pain i can no longer bare. It's coming slowly to it, The finish lines in sight. I know i do and often will backslide, But the thing is i always put things right. So if i may say so myself, I am a brave person. To want to use my hurtful story, And tell everyone what he done. To help others to know, That they can end there hush. Even though it never goes away, You can cope if you don't rush. We all have a voice, And that we can use. To end this dreadfulness, And stop the abuse. Well i am standing up, And i hope many will follow, I might be standing alone today, But will not be by tomorrow. Copyright ©2008 Natalie Rawlings Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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