The pain in my gut is like a deep wrenching
Something hard and cold
Wrapped up tight within my intestine
I heave it all out through wailing
So loud the neighbors probably think I'm dying
From the moment of my existence, I had no control of what was happening
Am I a passenger?
Can I take flight?
Somehow all I can see is blinding light
It feels absolutely maddening
How death can come so quickly after a candy bar
Swinging up high while innocence feet take out baby teeth
Smashed flat between the fence and garage wall
While police lights search for me while carrying my mother's beckoning call
I always knew angels sat beside me
They are the ones who kept me safe and thriving
Despite and in spite of all of the damn carnage of being the blasphemy
Orange in a barrel of apples
Satan's daughter cast by charmed laughing
Those eyes
Like a snake's
Terrifying
Transparency
Crisp and fancy
A feathered hat
Worn cocked slightly sideways
Transgressed past regression forward perpetual forced motion
Dental records identified him
My friend the brat kept me feeling loved and wanted
Pain comes so suddenly my body is overtaken by wracked sobbing
Stabbing need to deliver love backed by monumental tidal waves of longingThe recipients are long gone
So many of them it's hard for me to count them all
Suicide, drug overdose, cancer, car wrecks and other causes
Who I am is all jumbled up because of the empty spaces that they left
It feels like I'm full of bleeding bullet holes while constantly working towards mending
Healing is such a tiring process and all of these holes in me that were left make me completely bereft
I feel like I'm really lucky to find the strength to keep standing
So many people don't realize
I'm very fragile
I'm not the superhero people want me to believe I am
I'm just a girl who appreciates her life so much she keeps finding a way to make it through
No matter how demanding
Because God put his sweetest angels all around me
And no matter how many times I fall, I keep getting back up
I never let go of my authenticity and I shine light that only I can provide
There is not a single part of me that I would rather hide
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This is my truth
Non-FictionMy life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she wr...