My Redemption

My Redemption Dear mother I have bled my hands through , rough I what I would describe myself. inside and out, through starvation caused by misplaced words touches and feels . . I swear you I. I’m only human. Is what I think but vulnerable lost drenched wet. to pure and rid myself of the dirt and scratches that burnt me. I cried and I screamed yet no truth can cover these lies. I told myself to stay strong. Seek redemption and salvation by starvation. . One more night of dressed regret just played out left upset, , but hey… No life worth living is easy, I breath each day taking it slowly. The nights fade away and I can scream freely. Air that suffocated me is loose, giving me that extra boost. Strength I have gained from what I thought was shame. Words that I was taught to shed some light on these broken memories. I’ve tried and I’ve lost, I’ve fallen and even given up on hope . still my human nature struggles to find, dig deeper grab harder fight stronger. Give and be aggressive fight back in her visions, you can . the only way out is the next day in. -Ems’ilverscripts. - Poet’s note. - I wrote this, I poured all my heartache into it. I let it all go, all of it. Shackles and chains break, it doesn’t get easier, but you grow from it. Covers lifted and little girl crying, petted, hair brushed, laid there to rest. For once not tense and afraid, but graced like warm air, relieved. -Thank you for taking a moment to read about me.