| Who am I, really When no one is around to see the ways I react and rearrange emotions and shift into whom I'm thought to be My reflection could be anyone she can't be me, I cannot connect detached and void hazel eyes reflecting a once happy girl, now utterly wrecked NO! I refuse to let the enemy win I must begin to heal and mend the heart longing inside my chest to be a person, a woman, a friend Make some lists and from there a plan Step by baby step turn coal into gold Meditate and pray and talk and laugh Go into each day relentless and bold I am not my past nor my family nor my pain Nor my trauma nor this sharp rusted chain God has made me exactly how I'm meant to be And through Him I will learn who I am and finally be free. |