Narrating Your Own Story

i have waited for a spark a slight glimmer of hope that would show me that You still notice me. pathetic as it sounds i have thrown myself at You and i had to pick myself up from that groveling state and remember who i used to be. Before and tell myself that I will never crawl into that fetal position again and have control over my own life i used to cling to the hope that You would look down at me from Your golden pedestal that i placed you upon why do i bend down to Your every request i glorifyyou like a GOD in this process i have lost myself decimating any existing self respect i ask myself why? You are just a man, and nothing more. i confused love, for an all encompassing slavery to my heart you are a but a mortal man in My minds eye and I have a beautiful soul that deserves to be explored I am a goddess in My own right I am each and every woman Who Thought She was resigned to Losing HERSELF For a man I am the heroine that’s unsung story will be told I am A woman who’s life is about to unfold and I will narrate my own story