“Life is not an easy matter… You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness” ~ Leon Trotsky
I have scars
I have wounds not proud off
The old person sometimes laugh at me
A constant reminder of how broken I was
The tears flush my eyes
As I think about the time I felt
Wasted
Useless
I carried myself shamelessly
As I got recycled
Used over in every relationship
I didn’t feel any worth
And the accusers always find me
Tracing me to this dark path
That I once walked on
That I let go off
Let the bondage
Release their hold
Let me renewed
Once more
Each day is a battle
Between truth and doubt
That change is assured
And difference is a choice
I beg each day
I pray for mercy
That God will remind me again
Of his ever present grace
©Kihek
Kimberly Ihekwoaba 