On my own at such an early age;
Left with nothing by a heart full of rage.
Becoming too much for anyone to handle;
Self-searching with just the flicker of a candle,
The quiet scares me because it brings the truth;
A past that doesn’t let me forget about my youth.
See most think that I’m pretty and pure to the bone;
Failing to realize the only life I’ve ever known.
In this war I tend to be my own worst enemy;
Trying to conquer the darkness deep within me.
A daily struggle and I refuse to let myself sink,
See I’m much stronger than what you may think.
How do I rid the demons that absorb my sight;
To bring me from the darkness and into the light.
I can wash my face a thousand times but how do
I wash away the thoughts that torment my mind;
for my dreams a pure release I search to find.
No longer captivated by an obliviated soul;
But now finding the answers to make me whole.
*This is a poem I wrote at the age of 16. I was going through a lot and I was really introduced to God by my mom and grandmother. That is when I started looking at life differently and living differently.