Once I heard him lie
something broke inside
It never stopped long enough
For the wounds to scar enough
No trust left to abide.
Once he raised his fist up high
I was too scared to even try
I didn’t recognize my place
Or the rage upon his face
My secrets safe to hide.
Once he kept me from myself
Tucked up high upon the shelf
I kept on falling down
With horrid, crashing sounds.
I was nearly gone for good.
When I heard redemption’s voice
I discovered I had a choice
Not politeness silence made
While the bruises quickly fade
Not the giving till it hurts again
The counted markers of my sins
Seeking haven with a lie
Relinquish blame from blue/black skies
I chose my wings. I chose to fly
LOVE THIS!!! 💕 the pain is real, felt yet the strength to fly is also felt. Well done! Mom
“Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but not to his own facts,”