I’m sorry you are hurting
Believe me when I say
I know how it feels to hurt,
To experience, to feel deeply,
To feel cut to the bone
By words intended to help
Sometimes, the pain is so raw,
flesh torn, a heart shattered,
By circumstance, that the dance
Of life is merely a twinkle
From a distant star
That cannot wound you
Further, slipping into silence
In a world consumed by violence
Time after time
I’d hear the words…
“I just want the old you back.”
but that is not who I am,
now, I am more than before.
Made stronger, made wiser,
Built different with every trial,
every tribulation, every tear.
Each winter and summer,
Every autumn and spring
Re-writing the story
Only living can bring.
Every season will come again,
No matter how much I or we
Wish they would stay at bay.
I cried, so many tears,
At times, I wrote rhymes.
I sang in my head and aloud
Of the things I could feel
When my lips were sealed.
A world where at times I feared
People being too near,
Too close for comfort.
I found peace, time to heal.
In solitude, I sought sanctuary
the arms of angels held me,
carried me through, back to you
when the time was right
for the end of night.
When I had overcome
the depths, the winters, the fires,
shattered dreams reborn
no longer forlorn.
Too tired to repeat the cycles
Of people listening
But not hearing.
To explain, the rain
Over and over again.
As I fell asleep in my bed,
I bent my head,
To pray, the next day
Would be easer to bare.
To find my way there,
Back to the heart
Without tipping the apple cart.
I knew I had to be true,
To me, or I’d have slipped away
Long ago and along the way
Of being me, I was understood
By those who could see,
I can be nothing less than me.
With my heart brave and bold,
my love of songs, new and old.
That in every dance,
I dream of romance,
Of love, of freedom.
Mind entranced
by the harmony of life.
Even in strife,
blessings to be found
as I looked around
They are part of me
As I am of you
I never stopped loving
With all my heart
Even when we were apart.
I tried my best at every turn,
Even when it burned.
Please forgive me,
Try to understand,
To hear, I have always
Wanted you near.
A raw wound is messy
And easy to tear,
And all I was doing
Was of myself, taking care.
I’ve come through it all
I’m a tower of strength.
And I appreciate you’d
Go to any lengths
The old me is gone now,
but I can still be your best friend.
This is a new beginning, not the end.
A woman with passion
And love in her heart.
My mission is clear
To treasure this world
And all I hold dear.
To care for the future,
As I have for the past
To always love the person
I found in the looking glass.
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