Overcame Poem by Bridgid Patrick

I do see now what could have been
But then things being as they were
I never knew why or even when
Passion ceased to stir

The years elapsed before my eyes
And with the passing of each day
I told myself some clever lies
As do lovers that never stay

The hopes I had were worn away
With each surrender of myself
Like crumbled bits of potter's clay
Discarded on the shelf

Crumbs of attention were the norm
Tossed out in interlude
Between the silence and the storm
Grasped for in sick gratitude

How had things ever come to this,
This was never meant to be
I furiously wiped away the fog
And frantically looked for me

The wasted time, tears and despair
Each surfacing in my heart
Evaporated into the air
As I began to break apart

But even within my broken soul
Was a spirit that would not kneel
And within that place I was whole And I began to feel

To admit the pain would bare regret
But that would have to be
Whatever I had tried to forget
Was still inside of me

I relinquished it to the past
As I turned toward tomorrow
For though illusions do not last
Neither does the sorrow

Scars do heal but leave a trace
And still remind us now and then
Of the contest we once did face
And of all we could have been...

And how we overcame