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.
Copyright © Em Tru | Year Posted 2016
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