I’ve received a number of messages in response to a couple of the poetry pieces I’ve posted recently that I wrote as part of my own healing journey.
I wrote them for me as a way of safely expressing what I was feeling inside.
It’s incredibly moving to have received the beautiful messages I have and hearing that something I wrote out of my own healing is now helping others in their healing journey.
I wanted to share the following piece with you because I think it provides a light in the darkness, and a reminder that things do get better.
I wrote this as kind of a letter expressing the things I wish I could say to someone who I knew would just never understand what they did.
It was something that I needed to say, if only to myself; and it was a reminder that everything I was ever going to need already existed within me.
I hope it helps you to see that too…
IN YOUR HANDS…
In your hands…
You took away my worth.
You took away the person I was.
You took away my self-esteem, my confidence, and everything I was; decimated in your hands…
A kind and gentle heart crushed.
A generous heart so taken advantage of.
A soul broken and left in pieces, because it was placed in your hands…
A spirit crushed like a delicate flower.
A life of promise and happiness withered away.
A light that once burned so brightly, now dimmed in your hands…
My wings broken and clipped.
My scars running deep into my veins.
Because my heart trusted yours, when it was placed in your hands…
But at some point or another that I don’t remember when; your hands fell away and were taken by the wind.
The sun came out from behind your clouds, and gave me new light to continue my way.
My eyes no longer blind, from adjusting to your darkness.
I can now see the torment you laid before me.
And while you did your best at doing your worst; your biggest mistake was under-estimating my worth.
Because now my wings have healed, and I’ve remembered how to fly.
So today I soar high because I’m finally free, now that my heart and soul are no longer in your hands…
~ Mark Smith