a woman yet a child,
reaching toward a higher self
yet so much hurt compiled.
Years of giving till it hurts
leaving myself in the rain,
wanting just to fill my cup
yet my substance ony drains.
I am not a warrior or a
champ in a fight,
yet I am strong and confident
I have strength and I have might.
The struggles that you gave me
only prove to make me wise,
no longer will I be defeated
being trapped by all your lies.
Peace has come to remind me
that I am still in this race,
given another chance again
God has sent his grace.
I tilt my head upward
and smile to the sky,
no more will I sit in wonder
asking questions why.
I'm taking my heart and soul
and wrapping them with care,
going to find my truth again
with love left yet to share.
