I lost myself ten years ago.
Disconnected to the me I know.
Hearing others as if from far away.
Wanting to leave this world, I went astray.
The body can only take so much.
My heart in the end was fit to burst.
Emotional pain from long term abuse.
Mental torment so obtuse.
In the end I kicked him out.
"Pack your stuff and leave" I shout.
Like a little seedling I have sprouted
a muse, a voice, my poems touted.
Thankfully love from those who love me
gave birth to the me you now see.
Home at last, no longer lost.
Ten years to heal, but worth the cost.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2017