Yesteryears
Granting no reprieve for myself,
I continue this journey.
This madness began moons ago
I let you have what you so willingly took;
My power. My self-worth. My sanity
As of this very moment, I rescind my yesterday
As of this moment, I revoke my power
My self-worth. My sanity
As you sit in the cracked and worn orange leather chair,
The sun rises behind you casting shadows all around.
Visible shadows, more than what remains in my troubled mind.
As of today, I'm taking back what you thieved from me;
My will. My strength. .My sanity
The sun continues to rise as it thankfully blinds my weary eyes
For I no longer wish to see what I once embraced.
I long to see myself as I once existed
Never to return to the vision of yesteryears
Copyright © Bm Bm | Year Posted 2015
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