They broke me
and I laid there and tried to die.
My spirit said no.
My presence said no.
My existence said no.
So I’m standing now,
but it hurts to move and I don’t know which way to go.
This ground is unsteady and I’m staggering around.
But I must move.
It’s all on me now.
It’s up to me, and God, to get where I need to go,
and be who I want to be.
I can do it.
I know I can.
I must.
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