You
I've ached to be rid of you
I've longed every day
I've been fighting since I can remember
I've been pushing you away
You made me think that you were me
And everything you said was true
I didn't know I had a voice
You made me believe that I was you
You made me think that I was nothing
You mired me in my shame
You told me I wasn't worthy
And you gave me all the blame
My best was never good enough
Why would I even try?
Noone was going to love me
And my worthlessness was why
You've stripped me of my dignity
You've taken me so low
Endlessly questioning who I am
And still I do not truly know
But now I'm beginning to see you
For all that you are
I now accept you being here
Because you are my scar
You represent my healing
My growth, my peace, my call
I know you will still keep talking
But your voice will now be small
Copyright © Jennifer Macdonald | Year Posted 2020
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