Glory Poem by Alyssa Ms

Every scar has its story

A person, place, or thing

That brought you down where's the glory?

Eventually the feelings you kept to yourself will bring

You feeling depressed, out of place, and undeserving

Everyone around you tells you it's just a phase

But the feelings keep coming up and keep stirring

You learned long ago to keep it all inside smiling on the outside the basket case

You start drinking months later can't stand straight, body withdrawals, and vision blurring

You want the memories of the past to go away, but they slowly resurface

You want to erase the people, places, and things that you are scared to face

Now, here you are, scared to tell the truth regarding how you really feel

Everyone's confronting you tell us the truth You quietly say Im terrified to allow these wounds to heal

You realize that the abuse that was done to you you've done to yourself that abuse

Has lead you here today through the screams of rage and dismay

All the times you've ran away from these fears that escape you were numb

Throughout all these years you're family stayed

You've not only became bitter towards yourself, but the world I've become

Something I'm not proud of I hate myself the shame I can only go up from here all these scars on my wrists

I'll never really be the same

I'm starting over clean every scar has its story

I can't erase what's happened, but I can replace Those hurtful memories with something new the glory Is being able to face the good with the bad