From Here

From here) Leaving him was harder mentally Physically it was just a step outside the door There wasn't a handbook nor a map And friends and family expected me to bounce back like that Just looking at me physically you can see off back I was damaged internally I promise I couldn't snap-back I really needed a good uprooting a rewiring of my whole thought process And just maybe, just maybe? I can see what everyone else see unknowingly blindfolded They say I'm beautiful but I can't see Deep down inside I knew the damage is done I completely lost apart of me I would never be the same? would I ever be the same? The old me before the domestic violence and the abuse died away Years have passed and I'm still learning to revive my life I guess the old me had to die in order for me to really appreciate my life Like a baby bird trying to fly for the very first time so timid and scared fragility not knowing if I have the strength to glide from here Like a slave in slavery her whole life and set free I'm on my own feels like the very first time, l'm free? Now where am I to go from here?