What broke me will not hold me

 This has been spoken often

Quietly, pleading, screaming

I still laced up & ran….

Every time…

I look back at that girl

that broken spirit

Shattered, burdened, dissolving

I don’t judge her, but I still wonder 

Why so long did I wait

Weary, challenged, spent

but still I kept going…

Admist it all, I kept surging forward

Crumbling but still intact

Days, months, years it took 

The grasp of freedom I took hold

the grip of peace encircled my heart

Longing, hope & finally acceptance

I will not go back….I am free

In the secret….

 ~for better or worse

the guilt of relenting

~in sickness & in health

what about boundaries & safety

~there’s a light 

sobriety 

~the damage has been done

but the guilt of not knowing what I want

~the battle in my mind

~hides secretly in the shadows