Re-Cycled Stop

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

This entry was posted in Human.

One comment on “Re-Cycled Stop

  1. Linda Looney says:

    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,”

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