In my old life, my past,
I was buried
My soul was attacked
and my spirit knifed
I wore sadness like a crown
and walked alone
to the music of futility
And I sometimes do still hurt
Most of my life given to the wrong person
who occasionally made me smile
but mostly made me bleed
I feel like I’ve climbed mountains
covered with snow and ice
slipping down more often than not
Before finally reaching the top
where I could sit and peacefully view
the broken pictures of my teenage years
the cracked glass images of my twenties
The tears fell for a long time
my knees damp with the swell of self pity
Until I remembered to stand
Rise up, with my head back
and shoulders to the sky
And something inside reminded me
to start smiling again
The tiny spark of hope told me I’d been alive
but never lived
And now I do live
Even though there are a few more mountains to climb
they are low and friendly
with hands outstretched
to help me on my way
and silk-like tissues to dab away my tears
when they come
And at the top of each mountain sits a huge mirror
with the most vivid reflections I’ve ever seen
Showing the image of a woman who broke free
who took the pain and chose the hard option
I am beautiful inside and out
And I’ve found the one to appreciate it
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
Wow! really powerful stuff you got there, keep doing your thing.
Thank you so much! You have given me my first ever comment … I only found the courage to start my blog 2 days ago and it feels strange publishing poems which are so intensely private, but I figured it’s time to let like minded people appreciate them rather than just let them age in my little book. Feel all warm and fuzzy inside now 🙂