Strife Taught Me Well
How I fought to justify myself,
my actions and my words
trying to prove that I had reason
to seek vengeance for my hurt.
I felt owed for what was taken,
I felt wronged, broken, forsaken
I seemed forgotten in the course of life
a castaway in slow decay
no certain trail, no destination
going wherever,coming what may.
My battles only wearied me,
scarred my bruised and battered bones,
like victim and offender divided
the war within the enemy
I had to learn to let down my gaurd
to fight the fear that froze my heart,
not to bury myself holding on
to everything that did me me wrong.
To uncover forgiveness and leave behind,
to take not what I would not give,
and everyday to keep in mind
our struggles teach us how to live. .
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