You tried to subdue my flame
And you succeeded
Your poisonous intentions crept into every inch of my stunned body
You fed and you fed
My soul was corrupted; beaten down and molded to your liking
Then when neither of us could stand what was left
You closed your eyes
But mine were wide open
I saw a chance and I took it
to be free and to be better
To be me and to love me
2017 is my year of self-love; the year that I take pride in the strength that I have, even after this world and many people in it have tried to break me down. I am an open book; my arms are always wide open and my heart is freely given. This is how it came to be that people found it within their ability to manipulate and use me.
Many of you ask why most of the poetry that I write is dark, and I don't know if I have an answer. I do think that wading through the dark is necessary to reach the other side. Naming my struggle, exposing my thoughts and my feelings, it all helps me see clearer so that I may take the next step. I love and I breathe and I write because I know that I am the only one that can save myself. I love and love and love because that is the way that I am made, and it is the only thing that I know to be true in this world. No one can take that truth from me ever again.