So many years have passed away
Some bright and full of joy,
While others bring ice to my veins
Widening the fissures deep in my heart,
Threatening to break it all apart.
Thousands of words fill the screen,
Spilling like blood from an open wound,
Hoping to stitch each broken seam,
Hoping to heal those broken dreams
That no one seemed to understand.
I look back at it all,
Marveling at everything I went through,
Cringing at the rawness,
As I wonder,
Did it really hurt that much?
Was I really that broken and alone?
Despite it all, I got through
Stronger, braver, and truer to myself.
The anger dulled or was washed away.
Some old pains linger, as they are wont to do,
But it all seems dimmer now,
Not as intense,
Not as daunting.
I thank Him every day for getting me though
For believing in me when it felt like,
No one else did.