The New Me
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”
I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their dirty feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.
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