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5d
I fought my way through the pain,                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                                            walked through the fire of loss                                                             ­                     
                                                                ­                                                          
I fell over and over again                                                            ­                        
                                                                ­                                                      
and paid all that it cost                                                             ­                       
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Picked up pieces of me                                                               ­                         
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that I lost along the way                                                              ­                                  
                              ­                                                                 ­               
savored & tasted victory                                                          ­                              
                                  ­                                                                 ­                   
and I stand here today                                                            ­                          
                                      ­                                                                 ­         
   Shed the tears as I was needing                                                          ­                          
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but I wiped them away,                                                            ­                            
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as my wounds were bleeding                                                         ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­        
I would kneel down and
pray                                                             ­           
                                                     ­                                                                 ­  
     I had to be there for
  myself,                                                       ­                           
                                                                ­                                                    
  no one else would stand up                                                               ­             
                                                                ­                                                      
        I had to walk through hell                                                             ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­    
but I never once gave
up                                                               ­                 
                                                                ­                                                
Now standing tall all alone,                                                           ­                       
                                                                ­                                                      
I found out I was strong                                                           ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­                    
  because I did it on my own                                                              ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­       
I am back, where I belong                                                           ­             
                                                                ­                                                      
It never was an easy road                                                             ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­    
and yes, I had lost my way                                                              ­          
                                                                ­                                                        
don't know what my future
holds                                                            ­          
 but I am here to stay
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
50
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