08/26/2024
Years of walking the streets, left me feeling so small,
Lost in a world where I had little to no control at all.
The dim park lights were my only guide,
In a place where all of my pain and suffering collide.
Addiction gripped me in its cruel embrace,
Tearing me apart,
leaving almost no trace.
I searched for solace
in the drugs I did,
An escape from the pain-
I was only a kid.
But even in my darkest hour,
through the slightest sliver of hope,
A whisper in the wind,
I had to find a way to cope.
I reached out to those who offered me a hand,
A lifeline to pull me from the sinking sand.
Slowly, I climbed, out of the abyss,
Piece by piece,
rebuilt what I had missed.
Through therapy and support,
I found my voice,
You can no longer silence me
by my lack of choice
I found a job,
a place to call home,
A spot where I no longer
have to feel alone.
I patched up the wounds
of my shattered heart,
I found my sense of purpose,
MY brand new start.
The scars of my past
will always remain,
A reminder of the struggles,
& all of the strengths I gained.
So now I stand taller.
A survivor - Its true,
With the best story to tell,
of the day the sky fell,
and I flew.
