to survive, to take a stand
to know my path
and the life that's come
to not be broken,
to wear my name
to show my pride
and admit my wrongs
silence that's beloved
and everything that's dear
to face the burdens
and show my grace
to repair what's gone
and find my way
pain that withers
and then grows strong
a world of grey and
blackened color
to find that hope
and depression gone
to bear the secrets
and stay exposed
to find my voice
and words that show
to fly away and know the safety
to not be numb
and wear the hurt
to feel the sorrow
and a broken heart
to not be cold and
bear the distance
to find a smile and
a laughter's healing
to feel it all and say I lived
Author notes
I think what messes us up most of the time is that we have these perfect pictures of how things are supposed to be and then it all goes to hell when reality steps in.
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