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