'You have changed, ' he told me.
It wasn't meant to help me
but to injure, and make me
feel less-than-good-enough.
I am not who I was,
nor will I ever be the same.
Evolving and changing with age,
we grow and expand,
Carrying scars of pain
and of neglect.
Always trying to be who you want me to be,
what you want, while hanging on to some part of me
but the 'me' I knew is not who I am.
Battered, but wiser, my dreams depart
giving way to this different start.
To forgive and move on
but to carry the wounds
weighing me down
always hoping.
In God I trust
life is not empty
so the struggle is just.
A wiser me, a woman of words
a hardened heart, with a gentle touch
always giving, yet cautiously careful of
losing too much
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