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?
Copyright © Jaquesha Webb | Year Posted 2015
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