My Spiritual Journey, I'M Still Roaming

I grew up physically abused, with only grandma to hold on to. I was a frail child confined, and couldn't understand the pain I was going through. I roamed! In my teenage years, I was rebellious and out of control. Emotional scars were souvenirs, and I felt I lost my soul! I roamed! Down a long dark path, I thought my spiritual journey would end. Listening to a demonic laugh, I found myself in prison with no friend! I roamed! I cried out to God for an answer, for the death of my grandma was too much! Spiritual pain ate me away like cancer, and I felt God had just lost touch! I roamed! Down that dark tunnel of tribulation, I began to see a spark of light. I continued forward with determination, with a stronger spiritual appetite! I roamed! Inside behind these evil walls, I constantly fed my hungry mind. At times I felt so small, but mentally I was no longer confused! I roamed! I was once weak and frail, and attempted suicide with a knife. I fought my way out of hell, because I now valued my life! I roamed! My journey began so long ago, and the strength of my heart continues on. I survived a spiritual TKO, emotional scars remain, but insecurities are gone!! I still continue to roam! Written for Drake Eszes contest "I, roam"