(Written during a time of healing)
To Know Me
In a whirlwind I was knocked down,
Flat on the ground, I lay wounded.
Blood stains all around,
Hoping my misery would soon end.
A light shining so bright, overcame the person I was.
I slowly stood firm on solid ground, stronger.
The strength I gained gave me cause,
I was a victim no longer.
Years have passed and I let myself believe,
That one day someone would want to know me.
Someone who would find me beautiful – something I can’t conceive.
One that would respect and admire all I have come to be.
But here I am alone in my strength; my wisdom,
The evening taunts me so.
My body begs to be released from this prison,
Of the loneliness I have come to know.