Jo Marie Takes the Knife

(June 19 1991)

Trusting Myself


My child hood years were trying
filled with pain & grief
There was no one there to help me
to trust of give relief
I thought I deserved my plight
I thought I deserved invaders in the night
I could not trust the creature
although he said I should
I could not tell a single soul
and though I never would
But somehow daylight found me
convinced me there was hope
That the truth was out there waiting
that somehow I could cope
The daylight said the answers
were deep within my mind
And if I learned to trust myself
the answers I would find
But I was apprehensive
my fragile heart was shattered
I was tired weak and frail
i knew I must do it
for I am all I had
Bufute the myth that all I'd been
was shameful wrong and bad
The journey was a long one
The weariness set in
I knew I could not stop
or go back where I'd been
The pain and hurtful feelings
were within my grasp
I took them one by one
until I had the last

Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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