There Is a Poem

There is a poem I always start to compose when real life and the consequences of my actions catch up with me.  It begins "little girl lost and broken inside...."  I have no family to really pin the damage, I inflicted this on myself, my heart and my soul.  I made choices which allowed me to let people in who wanted to hurt someone.  I abused my self with booze and drugs, I lived a life on the streets like an animal.

I am far away from that lifestyle now - however there is a part of me that I cannot seem to repair.  That part that wakes me up in the middle of the night - crying out for someone to understand how much I hurt, how much I have suffered.  Someone to tell me that redemption really does exist and that the pieces can be put together again.  Will I ever really feel whole again, worthy, loveable?

Libby Libby
36-40, F
1 Response Apr 23, 2007